"Next stop, Northern Seventh District, Payin City."
Inside the swaying carriage, Hexia and Clara watched the lights streaking by outside, followed by the sound of steel gears clashing under their feet. About half a minute later, accompanied by a familiar screeching of brakes, the underground train came to a stop at the platform. Steam dispersed, the doors slid open, and one by one, passengers walked out, stepping onto the iron floor painted with red rust-proof paint, heading towards the dimly lit exit.
Listening to the sound of water flowing through the pipes overhead and the occasional roar from a large machinery factory in the distance, both quickly found that familiar sensation from their past.
To outsiders, it may look like a complicated and tangled web of pathways and staircases, but they moved through them with ease, quickly finding the direction to their home.
