He had guessed a possibility earlier, that the platform and the train could be integrated into one.
If there were people on the platform, the Underworld Train would appear soon after.
Once on the platform, the only choice was to board the train.
If you didn't board, you would be wiped out by some unknown rule.
Sure enough, shortly after Leonard Churchill stepped on the platform, a translucent steam train emerged from the distant fog.
Just like the previous ride, the conductor, shrouded in black fog, waited at the door.
Dragging his injured body, Leonard walked up to it.
Entering the familiar carriage, Leonard exhaled a sigh of relief.
He initially thought there were no living people on the train.
However, unexpectedly, not only were there people, but also one was a familiar face.
That cascading golden hair. Even though she wore a full-face gas mask, Leonard recognized her as Catherine Carter, whom he had parted with not long ago.
