SEATED at their table in the dining hall, Luo Yan idly stirred his tea while Shen Ji Yun watched the room. The clatter of plates and hushed whispers filled the space, but beneath the usual morning routine, an unspoken tension lingered. The passengers ate, but their eyes flickered with unease. Because everyone knew danger still lurked aboard the train.
With the train manager still failing to provide a proper explanation for why they couldn't stop, and a murdered woman discovered barely an hour ago, it was a wonder that anyone had the appetite for breakfast. Still, while some passengers clung to routine, the dining hall was noticeably emptier than the day before—a clear sign that fear and uncertainty were beginning to take hold.
Soon, the breakfast they ordered arrived.
