John's Route to Work

As the sun started to rise from the horizon, the light rays hit the sundial on top of the tram station, signaling the start of the day. A young man, wearing his cleanest attire, which consisted of an acorn-gray hemp tunic, with nettle-leaf beige pants, and a pair of old calfskin shoes, sat on a wooden bench inside of the 3rd compartment, waiting for it to start.

A few days prior, he had gone job hunting in the new 'Industrial District 1', where lots of 'factories' featuring giant, incomprehensible machines were used to do tasks a thousand men could dream of. He had negotiated a payment of 80 copper coins a month in exchange for his labor, which will be more than enough for him and his mother to survive. 

The steam-powered tram had received a paint job in the last few days. It was mainly colored red, with a large white stripe circling through the entire compartment, with the windows having a thinner white outline surrounding them.