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This story begins as most of this style do;
A human from our world is transported to a one previously only seen as fiction. A world of dreams - escape, rather than ambition, though one can easily pick up the one as easily as the other.
Their memories are intact, they are given a means of survival - here, for Laine, both sword and a Devil Fruit, though neither are specifically built for combat in mind -, and they are placed near or upon the tracks of that barrelling locomotive called 'Canon'.
Some run towards it, hoping to catch the train that will help them make a mark on the world. Some run away, well too aware of the danger held within the iron horse known as 'plot'. And others, balancing ignorance with pessimism, simply assume that they are not so important as to catch the interest of such a beast.
All of them, in their own way, are wrong.
All of them, in their own way, will be caught by the creature regardless.
One's only prayer is that they may be caught by a kind one.
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