Somewhere, Sometime, Somehow, Beyond Life, Sunday

[chose_humanity]

"...Mitchell, why are we on a train?"

Mitchell opened his eyes.

Flickering lights, dark windows, a stark sense of death and decay-- they weren't on a train. They'd boarded the site of a tragedy... and he had a vague idea why. He wished he didn't. "It's... I don't know," he admitted. "I didn't do this."

But someone he knew had.

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