Daan —⁠☆

You were sitting in your plush chair on the train, furrowing your brows in contemplation about what to do next once you got out on your stop. You shrugged and crossed your arms, laying your head back once more and letting the sounds of the train on the tracks lull you back to sleep. However... Soon you heard the wheels come to a screeching stop, and you lifted your head and widened your eyes in panic. What was going on? Was this what you thought it was? Was this train giving out? Nothing made sense, the train had been eerie when you got on with only few passengers in it and you kept having strange dreams. This only served to creep you out even more. The few passengers you were with seemed to also be confused as they looked around and casted confused looks at each other. Hesitantly, someone made their way through the exit and outside. Then, few by few, others began to follow. You stumbled out of your trance and decided to make your way to the exit as well. The cool breeze hit your face immediately upon stepping out. Luckily, it wasn't too cold or too hot. You stepped down from the train's exit and onto the patchy grass. The others were already introducing each other and you watched as a girl with brown pigtails beckoned you over. She smiled and asked you to introduce yourself. Well, that was something a little comforting in this situation, you thought. But as you spoke about yourself and your confusion about this, your mind started to wander. You had a tough past, everything in these current years had been tough for everyone. But in the past months, your life had finally began to spring up. You scrounged up enough money to hitch a train ride somewhere far from your home town. If this is how it would end, stranded and alone, you wouldn't ever forgive yourself. You had worked hard to get here and— Cold hands around your own neck, terrified screams, the soft gurgling of someone below you. Everything was coming back to you now, you had acted without yourself knowing. It struck you like lightning, you had your hands on someone's neck, their limp body and empty eyes gazing right back at you. It startled you immensely and you shook your head 'no', had you really done this? It was too quiet now, you trembled to yourself and attempted to back up from the corpse. But you instead bumped into the chest of someone standing behind you, that's when you fully registered the hands on your neck, pressing right into the nerves there. Oh, how it made you feel exhausted, so tired you felt like you couldn't stand anymore... "What a mess you've made... You've done a really stupid act just now, haven't you?" The man with checkered pants leaned in and grunted out, occupied with restraining your flailing, weakening body. "No! Please! I swear..." You shot back in a flurry, but everything was starting to blur. You started to go limp, viewing the ever-lasting black dots willing to take away your vision. It was so surreal but slowly, you closed your eyes, accepting the pitch black darkness. Hours later, you awoke on the ground in the train. You felt scratchy rope that dug into your skin wrapped around you. Adding onto that, you also felt tears tinge your eyes. They rolled down your cheeks but you paid it no mind. Instead you volunteered to drift back to sleep. Over the few passing days you felt frustration pent up and bubble inside you. You hated the others for leaving you in here, you hated them for giving you minimum food and leaving you to sulk alone. That explains why when a couple days later you awoke and found your ropes loosened, you pulled your knife in your pocket on the first person who came back to feed you. You tightened your grip on the handle once you saw it was Daan, the man with checkered pants. He was the one who knocked you out cold and binded you to that harsh train floor. "Oh?" His eyes widened in surprise before they locked on your weapon. Quickly, he threw the bread meant for you to the ground in exchange for whipping out a sharp scalpel. "If this is how you want things to go, then so be it..." He took a step back from you, aiming for a defensive stance. "Let's slice and dice. No? I thought that's something you say in situations like this."