A train rode through a mountain terrain on it’s tracks, crossing bridges and rock land. In the train with many other passengers was Aeon, staring out the window, a look that shows he was in his own world. He thought about his friends back home, how they were all doing. But he needed to find his team who were god knows where, especially Inori, the woman he loved.
His thoughts were interrupted when the train came to a sudden hault. He had reached his destination. He exited the train and found himself to be at a mining facility, the smell of gas, fire, and coal all at once entered his nose. He made his way through but found something really interesting. A nice looking motorcycle that was black with yellow lining. He approached it and examined it, finding that it looked custom made. It sure looked like a piece of work.