Audric had just finished speaking when he seemed to think of something, his gaze nervously shifting toward Linda beside him.
Linda, who was reading a book, turned her head to look at him. "You're right, he's a murderer, a maniac. Hundreds of millions have died because of him; nothing can wash away the sins he carries."
Grace, holding a peeled apple, looked at them nervously, unsure of what they were discussing.
At this time, the passengers in the carriage all stood up, sticking their heads out the window to look outside.
Following that, white smoke began to rise from Linda and Audric's bodies. They hurriedly pulled on the protective suits they had prepared in advance.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the train has arrived at Hope Island station. Please take your belongings and queue up to exit in an orderly fashion. Thank you for riding with us."
