After boarding the train, Alexander took the seat by the window, while Ryan naturally chose the seat by the aisle.
The train was clattering along the tracks. Alexander stared blankly out the window, lost in thought. He had been in Los Luminares for three years and had never left until this trip to San Francisco, marking his first journey far from home.
Midway through the journey, the train made a brief stop at a small station, and a chubby middle-aged man in a suit entered the carriage.
Covering his nose, he grumbled loudly about the smell in the carriage.
He went to Alexander and Ryan. After glancing at his ticket, he sat down opposite Alexander.
When the middle-aged man sat down, he glanced at Alexander and Ryan. Noticing that their clothes were less expensive than his shirt, he
