Flashes of light stream across the milky sky as the sound of rails grinding across metal wheels hum a constant tune. Inside the cab of this train lies a woman who goes by the name of Lydia Streetward, she seems to wear a steady smirk on her face with a confident fire in her eyes. She wears damaged clothes which seem to be refurbished by hand and hold a hodgepodge of different colored patches. Lydia moves her way up towards the front of the train appearing as if she is on a mission. After she passes through the third railroad car, the train makes a sharp turn on the tracks making Lydia fall into another man who was sleeping on the side seats. "I'm awfully sorry sir" Lydia states as she fixes her hair. She looks back towards the man and notices his pointed Homburg hat being pulled back from his face as he was sleeping. Greyson Liverstone is a man whom frustrated after a long day of
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