First Person: [It wasn't the first time Dante had ever followed an unexplained compulsion to go somewhere, or do something. In fact at first he hadn't even thought it particularly strange to get on the train, things like this happened to him far more often than he cared to admit. Another day in the life for the devil hunter.

However, it was perhaps the first time a train had stopped somewhere relatively... normal? Sure, the place had the whole spooky mysterious fog thing going for it, but other than that it completely lacked the surreal, foreboding quality he'd come to expect from these kinds of adventures. Honestly, he was a little disappointed.]

Losing your touch, or did you just decide to finally drop the cheesy horror novel act?

[He said to no one in particular. After a few beats and no answer (not that he was expecting one), Dante decided it was time to move. One of the many posters caught his eye, and without it he'd not have noticed the pocket watch in his coat pocket. Well, that was sneaky now, wasn't it? Normally this pompous sort of thing wasn't his style, but flicking it open revealed its true use. Well, might as well play along for now.]

[Video:]

Well, wouldn't you know it? I missed my stop, and to make matters worse it looks like that was the last train of the day. I don't see anyone around running this place, so if someone in this fancy talking watch would be so kind as to point me in the right direction to hitch a ride home, you'd have my thanks.

[Yeah, he doubts that'll work. But it's worth a try?]