[8:30 AM, Late February, Musutafu, Shizuoka Prefecture]
"--Now entering Tatooin Station within five minutes. Please ensure you collect all your belongings--" The train's intercom rattled off the usual warnings, a younger woman's voice. It buzzed a painful noise, evidently it had been used for many years, barely functioning. Eventually it would need to be repaired, perhaps taken out entirely, but nobody cared enough to get it done. The station's management lacked motivation, there was little drive to improve the busy circuit beyond what was considered the bare necessities...
And yet, nobody raised a fuss. The people were content. Content was the bare minimum.
Those who frequented the line knew the irritating melody quite well, and it almost became a somewhat comforting noise, the incorporeal woman like an old friend. An escape from the real world...
Light glared through the thick windows once more, the train having escaped a long, dark tunnel. The sun's scorching rays revealed each of the travellers to the world once more, and they were pulled from out their short fantasy, forced to reckon with the true reality around them.
A small child looked up at the radio and giggled, sitting near their tired mother. Compared to most, this little girl wasn't so annoying, moreso timid. Despite the kid's pestering, she seemed to get a small laugh in recognition. Two older women let out wry chuckles, watching the girl from the other end of the aisle, their past glory days long behind them. Only a few seats back was an older businessman who incessantly barked down his phone with little regard for those around him. Most people were quiet, not wanting to be a bother, not wanting to stand out...
Everyone wanted to fit in, to be accepted.
Nobody wanted to step a single foot out of line, not in the rigid society they lived in.
It was taboo, practically social murder.
Conventional norms forced upon the masses, civility and consideration, manners and courtesy.
Those were all things weak people enforced to make themselves feel better about their own insecurities. The weakest of people. The scum who had wormed their way into total control. Those who used Pro-Heroes as their own personal enforcers...
Rows upon rows of normal, average people, going about their day as they usually would.
They sat or stood and listened, waiting for it to be their turn to leave, so that they could go to their jobs, or school, or whatever else it was they did.
It was all so orderly, so uniform.
No person out of place.
Everyone did as they were told, because they liked living without a care.
It was a liberating thought. To know that nothing bad could ever go wrong, just as long as you remained in your line and didn't step out for a moment.
Heroes were around to deal with anything else, to deal with troublemakers and anti-social behaviour
It was like sheep blindly following the herd.
They were no better than cattle, cowed into their pens, with not a singular unique thought of their own.
A younger man leant against one of the metal railings, and there was little that stood out about him. He wore casual wear, concealed beneath a heavy coat. A student perhaps? No older than eighteen at most...
He paid little interest to the train's inhabitants, rather, his eyes were glued to the buildings that dashed past them, a grey lurid blur. It was as if he were analysing his surroundings, the winding streets and beeping cars below.
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