The familiar feeling of trance appeared once again.
By the time Colin came to his senses, the train had already appeared a good length, and he could only see the body of it.
And it was slowly coming to a stop...
"It's here..."
Without delay, Colin straightened his collar, adjusted the neckline, strode forward, and stepped into the train doorway, the indescribable sense of vagueness on him rapidly dissipating.
The warm yellow light inside the carriage was still the same.
However, the main style had changed a bit; it was no longer the common steampunk aesthetic, but had a slightly minimalist futuristic flair.
"The 'Passenger' remained unchanged."
Flames gathered in Colin's eyes as he scanned the surroundings, clearly seeing the pitch-black silhouettes on each seat.
Then, he glanced outside the door, withdrew the Bonfire that maintained the closed spatial area, and found himself a seat to sit down.
During this process, he kept his body enveloped in burning flames.
