Rafael pressed the cut on his upper arm. Rafael slinked back into the train carriage. He grabbed the bag from his seat. Some passengers were surprised to see Rafael's pathetic condition. Wet and covered in blood. Rafael's face is difficult to recognize because of the mask he wears.
Before the person sitting near him could say anything, Rafael had already turned away, carrying his backpack. He opened the emergency exit again. He was back standing on the iron veranda.
Rafael felt the raindrops hitting his face, cold. The sound of the wind began to be loud along with the train's speed, which began to slow down. Thirty minutes later, they will arrive at their destination station.
