“How am I so fucking unlucky?”. Sorahiko curses. He pants tiredly as he eyes the train with hate-filled eyes.

“Of all days for this shit to happen, and with no warning to…damn it”. 

The train station’s completely empty, except for the occasional train workers. There’s a large sign propped up, reading ‘Out for maintenance’ right in front of him. 

“I’m going to be so late”. He hisses.

As he turns to leave, he sends a quick prayer to any deity out ...