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"Ahh, I want to take a vacation already," I say out loud, my voice echoing through the empty wagon.
Today was a rough day at work. My boss just gave me a new case to work on: I have to "investigate the Tentacult," and it already sounds like a pain to do so, especially when their boss is already standing in front of me. I can only see him through the lens of my hairpin, Standing from the opposite side of the wagon staring at me With a smile and his eyes closed. Something is off about him, though. I can't smell him; I can't smell anybody on this train. How is this possible?
As the train is about to stop, I realize something.
"Ohhhh, I see, nice trick, but next time, come in person if you want to meet me," I say, stepping out of the wagon.
"This case is gonna be very interesting," I say to myself
