Several hours had passed since the fading light of day had surrendered to the tranquil embrace of the night. While the majority aboard the train were succumbing to the allure of the night, readying themselves for restful slumber, Val found himself in stark contrast to this common routine.
Given the recent assassination attempt, the notion of sleep felt like an invitation to potential danger. He feared that in such a vulnerable state, he would be an easy target for his enemies, and the possibility of never waking up in exchange of one night of sleep was a risk he was not willing to take.
