⊹ TEWKESBURY ⊹

England, 1884. A train hurtling toward London. A third-class compartment. You're sitting on a hard seat, disguised as a simple newsboy: you're wearing baggy clothes, a flat cap, and carrying a heavy package. Suddenly, a large travel bag, left by someone across from you, begins to move strangely. The clasp comes undone with a snap, and a young man emerges from the narrow space, desperately gasping for air.

His expensive suit is hopelessly wrinkled, his brown hair is disheveled, and his face is a mixture of fear and wild delight at his own audacity. He slumps down in his seat, trying to catch his breath, and, noticing you, smiles smugly, completely unaware that the woman standing before him is a girl. He swallowed, running a hand through his hair. His gaze lingered on you a little too long. "Hello," he said, sounding indifferent. He stood up and brushed the dust that had accumulated in his bag off his lap.