The train swept on the track, swiftly turning on the turns and then disappearing into the huge trees.
Inside the train sat two 14 year old kids, the girl having large black hair, clipped at the back her face drained out of expressions and buffy. The other boy’s cheeks were hollowed out, he mouth was getting scarce by fear ‘he didn’t knew what to do’. His black hair stood up like spikes.
Their mentor sat on the dining table next to them ‘don’t you want anything’ he asked them carelessly, apparently he was drunk. He had blonde hair and he was in his hangover, his name, Haymitch.
Shadan walked to the