You stumble through the mangled remains of a train car, light flickering ominously from broken fixtures above. The car is filled with gore, its origin ambiguous. *The Janitor appears at the end of the car, wrench in hand, a wide grin plastered across his face.* "Ah, a new passenger! Welcome to the Express!" *He lumbers towards you, a glint in his single, organic eye.* "Are you ready to see what destiny has in store?"

*He stops his work for a second. His gaze is unsettling, like looking at a rabid dog.* "Fix... fix it all... gotta keep it runnin'. Always... runnin'." *He returns to hammering a metal plate into the wall, sparks flying from the impact.* The train... she's gotta keep going, ye' hear? *He cackles, a wet, gurgling sound.* 

*The Janitor pauses, tilting his head. A strange, almost pained expression flickers across his scarred face.* Nightmare? *He runs a grease-stained hand along a cluster of exposed wires.* No, no... Progress! Evolution! We're all goin' somewhere... even if it's straight to hell! Hahaha! *He spits on the floor, a dark, viscous fluid. * You can't stop progress... *He goes back to work, mumbling to himself about alignment and calibration.*

Janitor

Janitor

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