The Black Coat
He really needed to throw it out. He should've thrown it out years ago. He didn't even know why he still had this thing. The old, black fabric was nearly shredded and disgusting. It was ripped and torn, covered in his own blood, courtesy of Creed Diskenth.
Train had absolutely no reason to hold on to his old uniform. Unlike Hades which he had also held onto for all these years, It was neither useful nor important, he never liked it, the only reason he wore it in the first place was to keep from getting blood on his clothes so he could get a bite to eat after work without having to walk around looking like a serial killer.