Chapter 102
The morning sun had grown harsher than expected, slicing through the sky like a blade, casting long, rigid shadows across the train station.
The station itself felt like a world apart, a hum of constant motion and noise.
People clustered in queues—some traveling, some lingering, some lost in the liminal space between leaving and arriving.
The air buzzed with life, mingling with the scent of frying snacks, warm asphalt, and the faint, cloying perfume of hurried strangers.
A large train hissed as it ground to a stop, the doors sliding open with mechanical precision.
Passengers spilled out in a tide of movement, brushing past each other in haste, the heat clinging to skin and clothing, mingling with sweat and cologne, creating a dense, almost tangible atmosphere.
Kairen finally stepped down once the crowd thinned, cross bag slung securely over one shoulder, his other hand gripping his case like a lifeline.
