There’s a hollow chamber traveling to an unknown destination. You could see nothing but hear whispering, mutterings and heavy breathing. It seemed that they were pretty close, like confined in an enclosure. I must be on a train. I still wonder how I got here. Once in a while, desperate voices bother me asking for help. Most of them weren’t asking much but it was an inconvenience. Next to me is a woman. I just knew she is despite the stiffened bony shoulders occasionally ramming next to mine as the train halts on a sudden stop.  

Then I remember there are few sticks in my pocket and even with this inappropriate circumstance I found myself in, the desperation gave me an approving sign of divination. The hell with it. So I took one out and lit with a garbling old contraption. For a moment, the shadows came to a dim light and all I see were pale sunken faces. What the fuck! 

“You know that thing could kill you before I could get you to a not-so-distant stop,” The woman next to me finally talked. Passively, I shone to her direction and noticed she was not among them. Her hair is dangling short and straight, her eyes are blackened and mysterious. There’s something unsettling about her. Who is she? And where the fuck is she taking me?