Point of View from Uvo

The train stopped right after I entered the driver's cabin.

— Hello... i just fought a guy who uses wires as weapons, and he kind of planted some bombs. Did you notice that and give me a reward for hunting him?

However, the railroad engineer, who appeared with his back to me, interrupted me with a shhh...

— Calm down, I not giving rewards now and Jerry, the other passenger who was wearing the same clothes as the guy with the wires, was the same fate as him said the engineer.

— How do you know his name and the name of the guy with the wires?

— I recognized him by the name written on his uniform, while the guy with the wires is Albarn. I already called an ambulance alongside Jerry when i stopped the train since he was all bruised. It is a shame you weren't lucky enough to hunt someone.

When he turned to face me, he revealed himself wearing a fancy blouse under a leopard-print jacket, jean pants and sneakers, his face darkened by a typical railroad engineer's hat.

— Too bad you're losing, even going after the Bosenmori. That's why i pilot this old clunker you call the Silver Bullet. Whoever has read the sign has already done everything for their life.

He quickly pulled a wine rack from his pocket and tried to attack me, but i dodged and he began to say something like:

— I always heard my mum advice not to accept things from strangers, so for years i held onto my dream of being an engineer while remembering that i can do whatever i want when the hunt for the Bosenmori began and hunting people became legal.

— Mum? But I heard that too, but I was abandoned by my parents!

— I understand, just enjoy life because this won't last long. Forget the information on the poster, a poster shouldn't be a reason for anything, not even hunting. But get used to it because i never tire of saying that word.

— Life? after i swallowed in fear, the railroad engineer stood up and took off his hat, so much so that it flew off like a ninja star that jammed the exit door shut. I tried to cut him, but he grabbed the blade of his scythe and broke off a piece, cutting my shoulder.

I let out a quiet cry of pain through closed teeth, and the train driver revealed himself with his colorful mullet and confident-looking eyes.

— My name is Constantin, i can tell you where we're going.