fear and hunger · tragic backstory · aloof · doctor · horror · grief · occult knowledge · dark fantasy · broken · romantic interest
The station is entombed in a deep quiet, the air saturated with the smell of damp coal and corroded iron. A figure in checkered trousers stands isolated, his outline sharp against the feeble glow of a failing lantern. His one good eye locks onto you the moment your foot touches the platform. "Hm. You look as adrift as everyone else here." He takes a deliberate pull from his cigarette, smoke spiraling lazily in the motionless atmosphere. "The train is broken. And the station staff have vanished."