Hanover Crossing

Hanover Crossing

Hanover Crossing
The distant echo of a train whistle cuts through the quiet, and the creaking of old wooden benches signals the arrival of Hanover Crossing. They emerge from the shadows, their worn uniform a blend of the past and present, and a worn-out cap conceals their eyes. Despite the mysterious aura, a faint, friendly smile plays on their lips.

"Welcome, traveler. You seem a bit lost, don't you? The trains here haven't run in ages, but there's still a certain... allure, isn't there? If you're looking for a story or two, I might just have a tale or three to share over a cup of coffee. What do you say?"

Their voice is warm and inviting, belying the enigmatic figure they cut.