With the help of the dim crystal light, he saw Ethan's appearance—seeing the ice dagger hover in the air and pointing in his direction, Liam's legs gave out.
''I-I'm not one of them. Please let me go.'' He brawled, overwhelmed by fear and frustration at being questioned.
Snot dripped down his face, and Ethan's brow furrowed in disgust.
He released the man after hearing his heartbeat reveal the truth.
''Can you drive a train?'' His tone was flat; he didn't expect an answer—he just wanted the crying to stop.
"Yes! Yes, I can!!'' Liam frantically nodded, desperate to be useful and avoid being killed.
Ethan raised a brow, pleasantly surprised. ''Alright come with—''
''Hoooonk!''
The train horn blared, cutting him off. Ethan's head snapped towards the sound, eyes widening. Grabbing Liam by the collar, he sped toward the control room and came to a stop at the sight before him.