Extra Works Hard

EPISODE 1.
The story had already begun

Rattle, rattle.

The entire room was dark during the time it (the train) was going through the long, long tunnel.
There was not even a faint light in the space where nothing could be seen.
There was no sign of the end of the terrible darkness that even he could distinguish between objects, let alone himself, so the man chose to close his eyes.

When he closed his eyes, all his senses became clearer.
Was it because he was sitting on his back, or was it because he was putting his head against the window? As a result, the vibrations of the regularly swaying train became more vivid, and the resonant rattling sound seemed to detract from his ears.
So the man slowly exhaled the breath he had been holding.
Even the small sound of his breathing seemed to be heard loudly for nothing.
The moment he exhaled, the still humming sound suddenly opened up, and the train came out of the tunnel.

Light poured down over the lowered eyelids.
The inside of the eyelid blinked white in the sudden light.
The light that broke through the darkness tormented him, and the man couldn’t open his eyes.
At that moment, a wind carrying the scent of flowers blew in through the open window for ventilation.
It was fragrant, sweet and soft at the same time.
However, a raging wind blew through the room as if it had ever been so soft.

Tremble.

As a result, the old bookshelf in the man’s hand quickly turned over, and the clothes he was wearing and the dull red hair loosely tied also became a mess.
The man still couldn’t open his eyes.
The tired-looking eyes frowned.
As the wind blew again, the man slowly lifted his eyelids.
Then the tears that had been accumulating dripped down on his chin as it parted his cheeks and fell, leaving a dark mark on the book.
But the man slowly scanned the narrow room without realizing it.

At that moment, the man was visibly agitated.
His heart was beating rapidly as if expressing his feelings.
Then, the man licked his dry lips, and the words he uttered were very small, and he was bewildered as if he contained confusion.

“Is it a dream…?”

The man could only think of this situation as a dream.
The tablet in his hand had been replaced with an old book in the meantime, and his unfamiliar red hair tangled in the wind, obscuring his view.
It was an unbelievable situation.

Every time the train shook, his body and his strange hair shook with him.
The man carefully lifted his hand and ran it through his red hair, which half-obscured his view.
His hair, tied loosely, was undone at the gesture.
His hair, just over his shoulders, was caught like a spider’s web between his fingers.
His hair was frizzy like a broom.
He said it was red, but in fact, it was dull to be red.
Yes, it was like a withered rose.
Feeling the touch, the man thought it was a terribly vivid dream.

The man who unconsciously combed his hair and brushed his hair a couple of times slowly noticed what had fallen next to me a moment ago.
It wasn’t a headband, it was a long black ribbon.
Perhaps this had just been tying his hair loosely.
The man held the ribbon in his hand.
The ribbon, which was not of good quality, was very wrinkled.
Stitches were popping all over the place.

The man was very bewildered by this situation, but soon after thinking that this was a dream, he calmed down.
Yes, it must be a dream that didn’t make sense.
If this situation was not a dream, how could you explain it?

“It’s a strange dream.”

The man blankly defined it that way.
The water stains across his cheeks glistened in the light coming through the window, but it was something the man didn’t know.
If someone had looked at the man’s face now, it would have been pitiful to see a very shabby man even shed tears on his thin, flat face.

The man looked around the narrow room again.
His seat was clearly in a familiar room.
No matter how much he looked around, it was the same room as the train he was originally riding in.
He was curious to see the train he was riding in for the first time, so he couldn’t tell.
But if there was something different from a little while ago… The fact that the auxiliary bag had been changed to a bag with an older and somewhat old design, and the fact that the suitcase newly purchased for travel had been replaced with an antique bag.
And the fact that the fabric of the bed he was sitting on had changed.
Should he say it was a little older than the original one?

Most of all, it seemed that the pe