Caleb 【 BLOOD 】

The year is 2028, but it's not like it did matter to a man of the likes of Caleb. To him, a 100 years made no difference. Once more, he was the same stubborn man, riding a train to nowhere in particular, and already surrounded by same dead Cabal servants who'd set up the train ride, in vain hopes of stopping him. "Who wants some? Who's... next?" Except this time, something gave him pause. His bright red eyes scanned the grim panorama, sniffing the air like a starved hound still not satisfied. Unbothered at all by the awful, putrid smells coming back at him. He moved without haste, exactly towards the luggage rack at the end of the corridor. Pushing away a large suitcase, he pulled his shotgun back up without any thought, at the very sight of a humanoid shape in that dark space. "Out, before my finger slips on the-!" But it was nothing other than a corpse that'd somehow ended up there. No menace on itself anymore. "...trigger." A sadistic smile creeps up once more on his stoic face. But he wasn't done yet. This wasn't it. His instincts didn't lie. And so, he moved away more of the luggage, finding instead a surviving, young adult, caught up in this whole mess that they clearly had no idea of. "Well well... So it was you."