"[color=DeepSkyBlue]Oh no- please! I promise- I’ll fix this, but right now we have to hurry![/color]"

A world that supposedly accepted only the human dead. An incredibly distraught ghost (wraith? youkai? some form of kami?) was crying for them. Not for himself. For them. For her and the other youths, essentially strangers of a different species who had somehow found themselves involved in these supernatural proceedings. She herself had not expected such a reaction, and a part of her heart was melting at the sight. It sought to uphold its own responsibilities. She could respect its devotion. She could respect its choice to render assistance to them when it had no obligation to do so, when they were supposedly trespassers into this otherworldly domain.

Slowly and carefully, the brown-haired teenager crouched down, levelling her steady gaze against that of the ghostly phantom's. She gently reached out with her good hand, curling her pale fingers down until only her pinkie was left standing. Waiting. It was an action that she would never have believed herself undertaking prior to this day. Agreeing to work with a creature she had never believed could be real.

"[color=a36209]I will trust you to uphold that promise,[/color]" she stated, her professional tone tinged with the tiniest sense of sympathy. "[color=a36209]If you have faith in your ability to expedite our escape, then I too shall faith in it.[/color]"

Her eyes lingered on his blue form, unblinking in their intensity even as the train continued to shake and rumble. Some would say that it was unwise to place so much trust in a mysterious creature that she had only just encountered, one that could easily have been lying to her, but it was simply the only path she could take. There were no other visible alternatives, and if they truly were in another world, they could not simply rely on themselves to return the train home. This phantom was essentially their only choice, and if the dissonance creeping through the drab grey of the train car and spreading chaos was any sign, then it was clear that there could likely be not much time.

And the creature appeared to be sincere to her. Maybe she could be wrong. Maybe she could have been taken in by a façade of cuteness.

But she felt as if she could understand those crying eyes.

"[color=a36209]Pinky swear on it,[/color]" continued Nao Miyoshi solemnly. "[color=a36209]On bringing us back to safety. On your friend's safety. On your own safety.[/color]"