McBound

The train continued to race along the track, many of its occupants having disembarked or been rendered inert by this point. One such occupant was known only as The Prince. The young lady entered the compartment, finding it rather cozy, or rather she would if she was in any position to. Given her current situation, she was hard pressed to find anything comfortable. The young looking assassin was pushed into the compartment, giving a muffled grunt of annoyance over the way the man known only as Ladybug was treating her. Forced to take a seat before the man sat down opposite, she fixed him with an icy cold stare that Ladybug found worse than if she’d simply scowled. “Could you please knock it off, I’m trying something new here and I just don’t wanna have any more problems than I already have.” He explained, holding his hands up and gesturing for the woman to calm down. “Hntnm mm hnd Hm'll fhhw nhh hhw ghlm Hm hm!” The Prince said in return, her words full of venom even if they only