[The theme above still is on hold]

The train was empty, and seemed not only differently built but also in an poorly aged condition, in spite of the numberless applicant's standards already having been low. The first time Katou came on to a train that not only was empty, but also lacked a C.Q. Cumber on board. The atmosphere felt equally washed-out, empty and unsettling under the howling wind and sirens of distant trains that were passing in the distance, although the Octoling already had gotten accustomed to it. Even more so for having grown fond of these kinds of atmospheres.

[...]

„I wonder - Where Eight might be."

Katou continued sitting as the only person in his wagon of the train that was going the level-less shortcut to the missing thang he was looking for, CQ-Device resting on his hand, with his backpack lying on the train's wall near his seat. It was severely vague information based on rumors from the passengers of previous train stops the day before that he relied on, but if it meant circumventing a visit to the infamous Girl-Power-Station, he'd bite and hope that the shortcut wouldn't bite him back. Ten minutes into sitting on the train made him notice how differently structured the train was, although other than looking more older, more vintage, that was about it in terms of differences, along with iron bars that were installed on the train every ten meters. As time passed, the cherry-stained applicant without a number took a glance on his CQ-Device, to take a look at the map and the path the train was taking. The train...

Was moving several spaces away from the actual map.

Upon the realization kicking in, the entirety of the scenery shortly after was shaken up with one mighty push backwards, toppling down Katou from his seat, his vision blacking out for almost a minute upon the impact to the back of his head, dropping on the floor, unable to even react properly to the sudden „Thump!" he felt and heard upon impact, as the train's dead end turned out being a cliff, the train clipping downwards towards the abyss, until what the Octoling could hear was the clicking sound of a...

*THUMP!*

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[Theme above starts playing, as the blackscreen slowly begins to fade]

„... Shit! My bag! The device!"

Which were his thoughts the second he could feel his grip slipping away from both objects the moment the sudden change of momentum occurred. His vision was still blacked out for another couple of seconds, although he still could hear the cracking of the windows, the train's now delayed screeching from the rails, alongside his own hyperventilating breath. By the time he had come back to his senses - Under shaking legs while propping himself up by the ruptured walls and seats - He was also able to see through said windows that the train was hanging from the cliff it railed off from by just a couple wagons. Looking down at the locked door he was standing on gave away the same information, to his silent distress. Another look upwards, and he could see the exit, as all of the other wagons of the train were hanging sideways, something he could already feel under his feet. Katou never had taken a climbing course of any kind in his life before and neither was there ever one implemented in the army, though he however lacked the luxury of having a choice to begin with.
He squatted and hopped upwards onto the first ravaged pair of flipped seats he could hold himself onto, following up with positioning his feet on said seats. Preparing for another jump only resulted in Katou nearly falling off his slightly elevated position, as the train began wavering in its tilted position. His hyperventilation worsened the panic, holding and pushing himself on the iron bars of the train's interior under clenched teeth and distressed desperation while holding himself on to anything that he could grab just to get himself upwards, repeatedly slipping downwards from a shortage of stamina and the objects within the train falling apart the moment the Octoling prepared for any jumps only worsened the train's already shaky condition. The dislocation from the rails clacking off had begun mixing with the pulsing sound of his heartbeat.
Everfurther climbing under aching lungs, hardening his now numb hands in order to dig himself into the obstacles he climbed upwards from, seeing the end of the line of hanging wagons just a couple more meters above him. He was almost able to peek his hand out of the -

*CRRREEEAAAAK!!!*

While Katou could now reach his hand out from the exit, the edge of the cliff it was hanging from was still another two and a half meters above him. The cold sweat began falling from his aghasted face as the train's hanging wagons began breaking apart even further, dragging him downwards alongside with the rest of the wagons, howling down the abyss below the cliff. There was no loud bang afterwards, nor a floor for the wagons to fall down to, judging by the sound of the train's now echoing sirens.

...

... There was a rocky crack-like line made by an hand that dragged itself down the cliff the train fell off from. It was - Katou's. Resorting to ramming his hardened fingers into the cliff's concrete, the Octoling was now hanging meters below the rails. He remained there for another 30 seconds, under sweaty, ragged breaths and the onsetting pain that slowly creeped in under his fingers. The first thing he was able to feel again under his fingertips were a mixture of both the surface of ravaged concrete and the same brown-red colored ink that was running down the hand-made cracks on the wall.
One climb at a time, he began reaching up to the top of the cliff, until finally, he could feel solid ground below his feet again - Or rather, his back. Still hyperventilating without a change in his expression, Katou lied on the floor immediately after succeeding in his climb. He could worry about a new backpack and CQ-Device later, what mattered now for him was that he was alive. In his fleeting thoughts on the brink of fainting, he pondered if he could have respawned somewhere in case Katou actually fell, but dropped the thought shortly after, considering the applicant's general inability to spawn that he found out and was aware of ever since waking up in that dumpster.
And with the echoes of the train's sirens coming to a distant close, so did Katou's consciousness. Unable to heave the weight and cold sweat of his heavily breathing body, he passed out, under the sounds of the echoes. Somewhere, next to the rails of the nameless train to nowhere.

A felt eternity in that train - With another one up trying to get to the surface.

[...]