The rhythmic clack-clack of the trolley wheels signaled an arrival. As the doors hissed open, the usual mix of locals and tourists spilled out, but one passenger lingered: a tall, striking woman with an authoritative air that suggested she owned the tracks, the station, and perhaps the very air everyone was breathing.

The trolley bell rang—a sharp, clear sound that echoed through the bay. Another shipment, another passenger, and another opportunity to see just how much trouble a simple trolley line could handle.

"Then clear it," she replied, a smirk playing on her lips. "I don't like delays. And I believe you’ve become quite adept at... manual overrides."

Trolley Trouble [v0.6.0] By Ntraction -

The trolley bell rang—a sharp, clear sound that echoed through the bay. Another shipment, another passenger, and another opportunity to see just how much trouble a simple trolley line could handle.

"Then clear it," she replied, a smirk playing on her lips. "I don't like delays. And I believe you’ve become quite adept at... manual overrides."