The green walls of the carriage seemed to darken before our eyes, and a cold, chilling wind blew in from the outside, making the previously noisy compartment suddenly go quiet.
Gradually, no one was talking.
An indescribable crisis was spreading throughout the carriage.
The scenes here were the same, as were the people, but for some reason, their gazes all started to turn eerie.
The players felt as if they were in the center of a quagmire, with a spine-chilling malice coming at them from all directions, trying to tear them apart and swallow them whole—inescapable!
The female office worker who had been sitting back and enjoying the show silently stood up, quietly retreated toward the back; the male salesman, who had just walked over to this side, stopped in his tracks.
The young man stood still, his expression unreadable.
Until a warm and polite voice broke the strange atmosphere:
"Sorry, that looks like my suitcase, I didn't react just now."