It never ends
There's a cooler inside. You open it up and find... a severed hand. It looks fresh. You pick it up to get a closer look. It was a clean cut, it seems. There aren't any protruding bones or jagged bits of flesh. The hand is dark skinned, though it has a grayish tint. The fingers are long and slender. It seems delicate, almost. There's not a single callus.
The compartment door opens while you are still admiring the hand. You turn to see a tall, dark skinned man standing in the doorway. His dark purple hair has been shaved in a buzz cut. The set of keys he's holding jangle as he tosses them back and forth between his hands.
"What are you doing with my hand?" he asks. He doesn't seem angry, just inquisitive.
The compartment door opens while you are still admiring the hand. You turn to see a tall, dark skinned man standing in the doorway. His dark purple hair has been shaved in a buzz cut. The set of keys he's holding jangle as he tosses them back and forth between his hands.
"What are you doing with my hand?" he asks. He doesn't seem angry, just inquisitive.