One day, in the morning, a young girl who tied her green hair in pigtails was riding on the train. She was always in the background as though she didn't exist in the world, like a ghost, but the flower ornament attached her hair was relatively in evidence. The train was oddly quiet, and there was almost no passenger. What we could see from the window was merely the blurry sky and some buildings. At the time, the girl was swaying on the train. The reason why I emphasized "at the time" for she didn't have any histories without right now. Having even no memory of riding on the train, as if she was born in the train just now. Still, somehow she knew that she was headed to the place where she was meant to be. That means she was aware of what is the right way to achieve her goal. Although she hadn't been taught by anyone, as we know how to cry and breathe without being taught by someone, anyway she knew it. When the dark gray cloud turned gradually red, the train stopped at a station which is the one before her destination. Shortly after, a man, gripping a hatchet in his right hand, who is remarkably tall got on the train. She didn't show any surprise, as other passengers didn't; however, noticing his weapon, all of a sudden, she thought "it is necessary for me". Nobody didn't know why, but she no longer doubted the intuition. Standing up with an air of a bit of modesty, she tried to approach him. Immediate after, what is in her vision was the ax that was about to be swung down on her by him.

Dodging sideways right after noticing it, she avoided the attack by the skin of her death and scowled him gripping Stanchion pole. Shortly after, the train started to move on again.

Clickety-clack, Clickety-clack

Approximately thirty minutes later, there were only a few passengers and the girl, looking down at the mass of flesh. Here and there you could see the blood pools that used to belong to him a short time ago. Still, she also got a wound at her flank, but she seemed not to care about it, in spite of the blood flooding. Bending over, she lifted up the axe slowly. Just then, the train stopped moving and emitted exhaust.