A deep grayish smoke wafted out of the steam locomotive's smokestack and engulfed the surroundings in a thick cloud.
Standing outside, the black-suited men held on to the leashes of the hungry-looking dogs and coldly gazed at the train staff.
The locomotive staff was just nervously waiting for permission to move the locomotive again, as they were starting to become quite nervous about the potential danger posed by the surrounding wildlife.
Whenever they were back at Kornacis, sitting in the locomotive station's break room, they read the daily news of the Whitesky.
It seemed like every day there were more and more reports of people vanishing just outside the main cities.
"When can we leave…"
"I don't like this…"
The steam locomotive staff kept pacing back and forth. Some started smoking cigarettes, and others nervously checked their timepieces.
"Bark! Bark!"
