As Scorpio discreetly observed the passengers disembarking from the steam engine train, he couldn't help but be acutely aware of the societal divisions that persisted even within the train.
The first-class carriages, reserved for nobles and the wealthy merchant's children, stood in stark contrast to the less luxurious commoner compartments where the commoners were confined. Scorpio observed this divide with a sense of disappointment, his ever-present smile momentarily dimming.
"Well, it doesn't matter," Scorpio mused to himself, "I am not a communist."
As Scorpio continued his discreet observations, an elderly man approached him, He uttered a cryptic statement, "Even a rotten apple looks good from the outside, but from inside, it's rotten."
Scorpio couldn't help but be intrigued by the old man's words as scorpio "let see Even a Rotten apple look good from outside but from inside it's Rotten in simple this means those who look good from outside doesn't always mean he have a pure heart".
With a nod of acknowledgment, Scorpio replied, "Indeed, appearances can be deceiving."
As the steam engine train journey continued, Scorpio's thoughts were filled with curiosity and anticipation. The enigmatic figure of Steven Alexander and the rumors of missing children in Steam City weighed heavily on his mind. He knew that the pieces of this intricate puzzle were slowly falling into place, and the next chapter of their journey would hold the key to unlocking the mysteries that lay before them.