Dead letter & the infinite yes (CLOSED W/ MACYS-BEATIN-OFF)
The peddler's boots crunched softly on the barren ground of Alma as he stood after pulling himself out of the little trapdoor, having decided to explore since he hadn't been here in... Days? Months? Ah, well. There wasn't much reason to care, really. He walked along the railways, looking down at the plastic curiously. How deep did it even go? What lied beneathe? Probably nothing now, but it was a wonder nevertheless. Upon reaching Shachihata, however, he was greeted by the sight of a young male staring around vacantly. He seemed lost, to say the least. But-- it was company nonetheless. "Ah, pardon me--" he called softly, slowly approaching. "-- Might I ask you who you are and where you are from? Strangers are quite uncommon these days, after all..."