There are people inside the train.
Not just Ms. Go Young-eun, but people who look like ordinary citizens.
"...!!"
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But there was no time to get lost in sentiment! "G-get on, quickly!"
"Yes!"
At Yeongeun's urgent words, my party and I pushed ourselves into the subway car....
"No!"
Something shot out from behind Yeongeun and shoved my shoulder, as if stabbing it.
It was a mop handle wrapped in duct tape. "...!"
And then all sorts of things came rushing out, starting to push me away.
"Get off, get off!"
"Don't let them on! Who knows who they are!" "No...!"
The people inside the train were jabbing at our party with rods fashioned from various household items, trying to push us out the door.
The rejection on their faces.
The hostility toward outsiders.
The fear.
"Don't get on!"
"P-please wait. They're people I know! They won't cause any trouble...."
"How the hell are we supposed to know that!" a middle-aged man in a padded jacket yelled at Ms. Go Young-eun.
"Hey! Then why don't you just get off!"
"Yeah! Get off!"
"Sir, please calm down!"
'Dammit!'
They looked ready to kick out Ms. Go Young-eun as well.
'They're getting overheated...!'
Even if we forced our way in with strength, it would still have a negative impact on Yeongeun.
I quickly racked my brain.
'Something to negotiate with.'
These were people who had likely been trapped in Segwang Metropolitan City for years.
It had to be direct, something that would definitely resonate with them.
"We'll share our food!"
"...!"
"We have things to eat! Packaged food!"
I hurriedly pretended to pull something from my pocket, taking out a Combat Ration and shaking it in my hand.
"...!"
A hunger akin to greed flashed across the people's faces.
"We have more."
"Hand it over first!"
"We'll give it to you if you let us on!"
I pulled the food back.
The people looked at each other, flustered.... "Hurry. The doors are closing!"
And.
The platform screen doors are closing.
The moment the people in the train, who had been exchanging glances, slightly backed away, we quickly stepped inside.
"...Hoo."
We were on.
Zhiiiing...
The train started to move.
But inside, we stood as if separated from the others, facing off against the people who appeared to be citizens.
"..."
"..."
'...About twenty people.'
The experience of meeting a large number of civilians in a ghost story.
The agent who was most accustomed to this situation was the first to speak.
"...Are you citizens of Segwang Metropolitan City?"
"Well, you ask that as if you're not...."
The middle-aged man in the padded jacket, who had been mumbling, suddenly realized the implication.
"You're not? You came from somewhere else? You're from the outside!"
"...!"
"Oh, oh, recently! Is there a breach somewhere, you came through there, right??"
"That's right! Otherwise, there's no way you'd look so unscathed!"
The people murmured and crowded around.
"Can we get out? How did you get in?" "There's a way out?"
"They got in! These people seem to know how to get out of here...."
Their reaction was close to madness, like mayflies swarming a streetlight.
But Agent Bronze was the type to bluntly say 'no.'
I can't let that happen!
"Please, wait a moment!"
I raised my hand and interjected.
"A few days ago, we woke up on the platform of Casino Station. ...Has anyone here woken up in a similar way?"
"..."
"What on earth happened in this special city...."
"Aish."
The middle-aged man in the padded jacket who had been confronting us clicked his tongue, his expression changing.
He then frowned, looking back and forth between Ms. Go Young-eun and us.
"Just like her. Nothing special. Tsk tsk."
"..."
"Still, well, let's see if you're carrying anything useful."
The madness subsided.
But in its place, their eyes changed.
Greed and avarice.
A primal desire for good supplies.
"We let you on, so show us all the food you have."
"I refuse."
Manager!
"Wh-what?"
"You have no authority to privatize public transportation and charge passengers a fare."
"This...."
The middle-aged man in a padded-jacket tried to poke Section Chief Lee Jaheon's chest with the mop handle, but his arm was caught.
"Ugh!"
Thud!
The handle rolled on the floor. The middle-aged man struggled frantically to pull his arm free, but no matter how much he struggled, Section Chief Lee Jaheon remained perfectly still, unfazed.
"Stop it."
"Huh? H-huh?"
"Aaaargh!"
A commotion spread through the train car.
A few people ran to the back, trying to call someone.
Dammit!
"Manager. It's alright. Given the special circumstances, it seems better to share the food."
"Oh my, that's right. Our Manager is so strong. He just grabbed him, and the mood turned sour. How about you let go and we talk some more, Manager."
"Yes."
Section Chief Lee Jaheon released his arm. The middle-aged man stumbled back, picked up the mop handle again, and squeezed into the crowd.
His eyes were filled with terror.
And a rekindled hostility.
"..."
"Roe. This is better. This way, we won't be taken for pushovers,"
Deputy Manager Eun Haje whispered in a low voice.
'...I know what you mean.'
It's difficult for a small, closed-off group like this to accept six healthy adult men and women all at once.
'It's better to be in a negotiating position than to be treated like a pushover and get cleaned out.'
The problem was that this was Ms. Go Young-eun's shelter.
But....
'The way Yeongeun is being treated is bothering me.'
I had a bad feeling.
"Chief!"
"Who did you let in?"
Drrrk.
A man in a cap came out of the front car, the motorman's cab.
He seemed to be the 'someone' the people had gone to call.
He was a man who looked to be the same age as the middle-aged man, with thin lips that made him look rather malicious, and he was wearing a motorman's cap.
He was probably the president of this Train Shelter.
"Hello."
But without answering my greeting, the man looked the six of us up and down and said.
"Who do you think you are, causing a ruckus here? Huh? You come into a safe place someone else made, you should be bowing down and saying 'thank you~', not hitting people, what is this?"
"We didn't hit any...."
"Enough. Get off."
At that, a few of the people who had backed off regained their nerve and chimed in.
"Yeah, make them get off!"
"The nerve of them, really!"
"The world's in this state, and they're here to take the shelter we built, I tell you!"
Amidst the voices of fear and rejection, the man who was called Chief waved his hand dismissively.
"Either you all get off. Or, well, beg for forgiveness or something!"
"Chief, just a moment...."
"Yeongeun. Why are you so stupid?"
Ms. Go Young-eun froze.
"Your aunt said you were a med student, so we took you in, but it turns out you're not even a real doctor, just some kid who took a leave of absence.You think this is a place to show off because you know how to disinfect a few things?"
Ms. Go Young-eun's face flushed red, then turned pale again.
"You can't even do anything right, and you go and drag in outsiders. What...."
This was going too far.
"Wait."
"Let's stop."
"...!"
My words and another's overlapped.
The voice belonged to someone who had come from the opposite connecting passage, panting as if they had rushed to the first car.
A woman in her 40s, wearing a navy vest with 'Segwang Transit Corporation' written on it.
"No, Station Attendant, that's...."
"It's been so long since we've seen a healthy person in here. They're people Yeongeun knows, we can hear news from the outside, isn't that great."
"...Y-yes. Well."
The man called Chief suddenly lost his momentum. So did the people who had been shouting behind him.
"I'll deal with these people, so everyone, please return to your seats."
"..."
The crowd hesitated, then dispersed.
I could also see people who had been quiet, worried a commotion would break out, letting out sighs of relief.
Tuk.
The Chief brushed past my shoulder as he left.
I heard him mutter.
"Showing off just because it's her niece."
"..."
I subtly stuck out my leg.
The Chief yelped,
"Ugh!" and almost fell flat on his face, but he barely regained his balance and turned to me, fuming.
'What?'
I just stared at him as if to say, Weren't you the one who accidentally hit my foot?
He flinched and went on his way.
'Hoo.'
I massaged my neck.
Feeling a gaze, I turned my head. Baek Saheon, who had met my eyes, flinched and quickly looked away.
'He acts the same....'
There was a hint in that.
Strong against the weak, weak against the strong.
It seemed this train was extremely exclusive to outsiders, and at the same time, filled with people who had nothing left but their survival instincts....
'Is it unavoidable if they've been trapped for years?'
"Thank you for your help."
"Don't mention it."
Listening to the station attendant, who was exchanging greetings with Deputy Manager Eun Haje as our representative, I took a look around the train.
[Hmm, it looks like a camper van occupied by the homeless. Not a very pleasant sight.]
It was a blunt description, but it looked rather cozy.
The inside of the train, with its blankets, bowls, and daily necessities, clearly looked like a living space.
Each seat had bedding or living utensils, and the floor by the door was covered with a rather good-quality outer coat and half a mattress brought from somewhere.
Moreover, all the windows were covered with newspapers.
As if to isolate it, so no one could see in from the outside, or out from the inside.
"..."
Wary gazes.
"There seem to be about twenty-five people in two cars. So if we estimate the total number.... Hmm."
"It would be better to get off and talk."
Just gesturing that we were assessing their numbers could be taken as a threat.
However, it seemed someone else had latched onto a different part of this conversation.
"D-don't get off, wait. You need a safe place to sleep, anyway."
It was Ms. Go Young-eun.
"So, I'll try talking to my aunt...."
"Ms. Goral."
I bowed my head first.
"Thank you so much. For letting us on even in a situation like this."
"..."
She had definitely witnessed me die with my body mangled and bleeding, so seeing me appear perfectly fine, it was a situation where she had every right to suspect it was a ghost story phenomenon.
And she herself probably wasn't in a very welcome position here.
"Still, as promised, I came back unharmed."
It looked like Ms. Go Young-eun was holding back tears.
As Ms. Go Young-eun's hands trembled, trying to suppress the surge of emotion, Deputy Lee Seong-hae hugged her tightly and began to pat her back.
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The atmosphere calmed down a little later.
Instead of the car where the commotion had occurred, we followed the 'station attendant's' guidance and moved to a car in the back.
"The atmosphere in the front car is a bit much, isn't it? Follow me slowly."
And so, we finally got to hear the proper story of how Ms. Go Young-eun came to be in this shelter.
"...I heard a 'rumor.' That an agent named Chogae had created a safe shelter in one of the subway trains."
"...An agent from the Disaster Management Bureau?"
"I think so."
I'll guess based on the expression of Agent Bronze, who heard the answer.
'An agent he doesn't remember.'
So it's probably... an agent from the Blue Dragon Team.
The moment I thought that, my smartphone buzzed.
Train Shelter
One of the few survivor groups in the sealed Segwang Metropolitan City.
A shelter created by the remaining survivors of the Blue Dragon Team, who entered the subway to find survivors, by modifying a train. Safety was secured by processing the doors so they wouldn't open automatically upon arriving at a station.
Thanks to the characteristic of returning to the appearance of the morning of the Day of Disaster upon entering the train, all members maintain the same Exterior as when they went missing.
You may be able to purchase special items that exist only in the Segwang Special City Subway in Car 7.
"...!"
So this... was the Blue Dragon Team's last known location.
"...By any chance, is Agent Chogae on the train?"
"...No. He went out to Afternoon Station, saying he would get some food... and never came back."
"..."
I nodded grimly, and Agent Bronze fell silent.
Just then, the station attendant's voice was heard.
"We've arrived."
Drrrk.
The door to the seventh car of the train opened. And what was revealed inside was....
'...A market?'
-Canned Goods Exchange
-We Buy Gold
I could see paper signs with letters pressed firmly in marker on torn-open delivery boxes.
People were sitting on the floor, and the seats had shabby mats laid out on them, as if preparing to display something.
The priority seats were a bit more formal, with a board laid on top.
-Car 8 Accommodation Ticket Purchase Counter
[They look like street vendors. It's crude, but they've done a decent job of imitating it.]
A sort of commercial district.
The members in this car looked at us with surprise and wariness in their eyes, but it wasn't as excessive as in the front car.
"Car 7 is where we trade with people from outside the train. A sort of neutral zone, you could say.... On Tuesday mornings, at a set time, we open the doors and let people in."
Ah.
You may be able to purchase special items that exist only in the Segwang Special City Subway in Car 7.
So that's what it meant.
'Is this how they gather survival supplies?'
I frowned inwardly, looking at the 'Car 8 Accommodation Ticket'. I could see why that padded-jacket middle-aged man in Car 1 tried to rip us off and take our food for free.
Did he overreact on purpose?
"If you had come to this car, there wouldn't have been such a big commotion. It was probably worse because you happened to enter Car 1. That's... um, the area the Chief is in charge of."
"...Were there no people who came to trade and then insisted on staying here?"
"There were, but outsiders can never spend a night on the train without permission. Only people who both the Chief and I agree on are accepted as members."
Her tone wasn't simply that of chasing them away.
'It seems the agent who made this place put some measures in place.'
Anyway, the 'station attendant,' who had been talking with the people in Car 7, saw me and extended her hand again for a handshake.
"My introduction is late. I'm in charge of the back cars. I'm Yeongeun's aunt, and everyone calls me Station Attendant. I was originally a station employee, but this is how things turned out."
Wait.
A station attendant for this subway?
"By any chance... were you acquainted with an employee named 'Heo Un' at Midnight Station?"
"Heo Un?"
Though bewildered by the sudden question, the station attendant answered faithfully.
"Ah, I remember. You mean Lee Heoun, right?"
...!
The three characters of the name perfectly matched the one on the Cheerful Research Institute ID.
'It was him after all.'
"But he's not a station employee."
"Pardon?"
"He's an external technical staff. The kind of person who comes to the machine room to work when there's a problem."
The station attendant, stroking her chin, continued.
"...Come to think of it, this city railway did have a lot of external personnel coming and going from the machine rooms at each station... Well, they were probably doing something like a smart farm."
A smart farm.
'Was that the thing where they grow vegetables and such underground in the subway?'
"Of course, it wasn't a real smart farm, but a business that researched some new material that could only be processed underground... Anyway, people from the head office kept coming out."
Meaning it was a special side business. That's when I was certain.
'The Cheerful Research Institute was here, that's right.'
The new material must be the Dream Essence Liquid.
The Segwang City subway was a facility that the Cheerful Research Institute had infiltrated for research from the very beginning.
"But why do you ask about this...?"
"We found his body at Midnight Station."
I briefly explained about Hanbit Library's closure and the station office that was revealed as a result.
"Is that so? He's someone who rarely had a reason to enter the station office... Anyway, I understand. So that's what happened."
The station attendant's response was that of someone who had seen too many deaths and become desensitized.
If anything, she reacted more to the news of the library's closure.
'Hoo.'
She must have experienced an incident where hundreds of thousands died in a World-ending Class Disaster.
In that sense.
"...What exactly happened in Segwang Metropolitan City?"
"...Yeongeun didn't know either, so you all really don't know."
The station attendant's face darkened.
"What on earth happened on the outside? Yeongeun said that Segwang Metropolitan City became a ghost story, as if it's a place that doesn't exist."
That was also the correct answer.
And for now, it would be better for them to know only that much.
...Rather than telling them that the government organization the agent who created this shelter belonged to had not just postponed the rescue, but had chosen to abandon and seal off the entire area.
"That's right."
"Hoo."
And I silently waited for her answer.
"...And, what happened here."
What happened on the Day of Disaster in Segwang Metropolitan City.
....
"...To put it simply, it was like a horror movie."
"I was working at Segwang Station at the time, and suddenly, people started screaming and running down into the station. I saw some people fall and get crushed to death on the stairs. But still, they didn't stop."
Aaaargh!
The scenes replayed in my mind, images drawn from various disaster movies, horror films, and found-footage videos I had seen.
The feet of people rushing down in a shaky frame, someone falling. Blood, panic, screams, chaos.
"I was wondering what was going on when a radio call came from above, saying it was some kind of terror attack. I made an announcement and ran to respond somehow. As I did, I looked outside the exit and...."
The station attendant's voice trembled.
"Strange shapes were chasing the people from behind. ...I heard footsteps."
Thud.
"They were like giant, swollen lumps of flesh. Like two or three people all mashed together."
Thud.
"It felt so unreal, even more like a movie. And then I realized."
"Real people were clumping together and becoming like that."
"The people outside the exit were muttering, then they suddenly covered their ears and stopped, and their bodies swelled up and they started clumping together. Like a mucus blob."
I couldn't help but imagine it.
"And I heard strange words. To heaven? To paradise... I think it meant something like that...."
....
"After that... I came to my senses and quickly lowered the fire shutter at the exit to block those flesh lumps from getting in."
BANG BANG BANG BANG!
"I still remember the sound of the people who were still alive outside, banging on the shutter. ...And how the sound gradually faded."
The station attendant, his face pale, stopped talking.
"...That's all I know. It would be difficult for me to explain it again. Bad things have happened from just recalling it like this."
"...Yes."
It must be a Contamination issue.
"Anyway, for that reason, it would be in your best interest not to think about going outside the subway. ...Although this place isn't exactly normal either."
The station attendant gave a nod and then went over to the shelter residents who had set up street stalls.
[That's an interesting description. What do you think, my friend?]
What do I think?
'...It really sounds like a biochemical terror ghost story.'
A biological hazard.
People muttering strange words, then clumping together to become lumps of flesh.
It was the kind of thing that sent a chill down my spine, feeling part occult, part viral infection.
'So it was an infection-type ghost story.'
Yes.
The ghost story that had erupted in Segwang Metropolitan City was a supernatural hell of the sort that spread at a terrifying speed, using people as hosts to infect them, much like a zombie virus.
I was naturally reminded of the 'teacher' at Sekwang Technical High School. The bizarre mucus and pulsating flesh that had spread there.
'As I thought, the wicked thing that invaded the school... was the disaster of Segwang Metropolitan City.'
...The thought brought a surge of instinctual tension. I wiped away the cold sweat that had formed under my chin.
One last thing bothered me.
'Paradise? Heaven?'
He said people were muttering those words, and just before, I had seen a related document containing that very word.
For this invitational research Use of Children's Paradise Syrup
-> My opinion!
Children's Paradise Syrup.
'...As I thought.'
No matter how I looked at it, what the Cheerful Research Institute was researching was the cause of the disaster.
And if I were to infer from the words....
'Was the Cheerful Research Institute experimenting with using a Wish Ticket to turn this Segwang Metropolitan City into a place like heaven?'
And it failed in a ghost story-like fashion, resulting in this mess?
But....
'Why did inviting me to this world become the follow-up research to this insane result?'
A strange chill made me lift my head.
And another thing.
Segwang Metropolitan City. Extinction-class supernatural disaster.
'...Didn't I originally remember this in more detail?'
A chill ran through my chest.
Right.
I clearly remembered what the ghost story of Segwang Metropolitan City was.
Because I read it on the wiki.
'That's why I noticed it right away during the spy mission.'
If there was a clue that might be related to the Cheerful Research Institute, I should be remembering it in enough detail to connect the dots by now....
....
'At some point, I forgot.'
That, that was probably....
After I became 130666.
"..."
No way.
'Is this also... a side effect of the wiki-editing ability?'
No.
It's pointless to feel this kind of distant terror right now. I have to quickly shake off these useless thoughts.
Because I've found a clue now.
'Find a Cheerful Research Institute facility that can be visited, among those at each station.'
And I already have more than enough ways to use the Darkness Exploration Record in Segwang Metropolitan City.
I gripped my Smartphone tightly.
When I check a station, the wiki updates, so I can find hints there and make my move.
....
'In that case.'
I lifted my head.
The train, a circle line, was already passing Segwang Station. "It's already made a full loop."
"Oh, you can see outside from here."
The door of Car 7 didn't have newspaper taped over its glass window.
"Hey, station attendant, would it be alright if we checked to see if there's anything worth trading here?"
"Ah, of course. It's before Tuesday, so we might not be fully stocked, though."
Leaving my companions, who had started to browse the stalls, I went and stood alone by the door.
The station attendant advised from behind me.
"Uh, the door only opens on Tuesdays, so it won't open automatically right now."
"Yes."
...It hit me anew that the door to Cars 1-3 had opened in front of us because Ms. Go Young-eun had pushed herself.
'Hoo.'
And it's fine that Car 7 isn't opening right now. What's important is that I can 'check.'
The next station is Midnight, Midnight Station....
I watched the scenery outside the train as it passed the platforms of the stations I knew.
Midnight Station, where the casino was, and Hanbit Station, where the library was.
And....
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The next station.
The next station is Twilight, Twilight Station....
I checked through the glass window.
That platform... it looked as if it had been bleached white.
"...!"
"Ah, you can't get off here at all. You could in the past, but now the temperature is unbearable for humans."
A wave of intense heat radiated from the window.
Listening to the explanation, I did my best to scan the inside of the platform.
And then....
Segwang Subway Map
Segwang Station (Forest Path of Demise) Midnight Station (Body Casino)
Hanbit Station (Hanbit Library)
Twilight Station (Conscience Vending Machine)
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It updated.
Twilight Station (Conscience Vending Machine)
A subway station in Segwang Metropolitan City where a nearby flea market mutated into an unmanned one.
All items in the flea market, where no living person remains, were left on display stands with no one watching, and the station grows hotter by the amount of conscience sold off when one takes an item without paying.
It has now become a burning hell.
'Good.'
Like that, I circled Segwang Metropolitan City and updated every single station on the wiki.
Segwang Subway Map
Segwang Station (Forest Path of Demise) Midnight Station (Body Casino)
Hanbit Station (Hanbit Library)
Twilight Station (Conscience Vending Machine)
Afternoon Station (Blood Broadcasting Station)
Midday Station (Nap Shelter)
Morning Station (Scales Tribunal)
I absorbed all the text as if licking it clean.
...Though there were some extremely shocking stations.
'It's fine.'
The important thing is that I now know which stations to skip.
'For now, I don't need to visit Twilight Station directly.'
If we get off, we'll all burn to death, and the gimmick to clear it is probably something like returning all the items to their original places, which is practically impossible.
'I won't waste time.'
Let's end the exploration of that station here.
Pass.
And, since the remaining three stations are all about equally dangerous....
'Let's go to a place where I can acquire an Item.'
Good.
The path is now clear.
And I can feel it in my skin.
...A sense of anticipation that if I keep this up, I'll soon be able to find the answers I need in this bizarre, labyrinthine subway ghost story.
Whether they're Ho Yuwon's, or my own.
"Are you done with your trading?"
"Yeah. Pretty much. You want to take a look?"
Following the advice of my companions who had looked around the stalls first, I checked a few items.
And for food, I bought a few 'unique items' that others hadn't purchased.
"You're buying that?"
"You got a problem with it?"
"No."
I packed away everything I bought.
And....
"Open the door? If it's that station, I suppose I can open it for a moment."
After finishing my talk with the station attendant about letting us off at one station, we took half of the food supplies left over from our trades and handed them to Ms. Go Young-eun.
"We'll bring more."
"..."
Ms. Go Young-eun's breathing calmed as she looked down at it silently. Then she spoke in a low voice so others couldn't hear.
"It seems, from the circumstances, that you all know how to go back and forth between the outside and this special city."
"..."
"If you die here, are you okay on the outside?" "...Yes. Something like that."
"...!"
Ms. Go Young-eun's head shot up. A faint light flickered in her eyes.
"Then can other people get out if they die here too?"
"No!"
Good heavens.
"That's not it. It's only possible for us because we entered through a special method."
I explained Ho Yuwon's Project.
"...Ah."
The light in Ms. Go Young-eun's eyes died completely.
And....
"How convenient. That's really something." "..."
"Hoo. I'm sorry. It's just... a bit overwhelming."
As I stood frozen, Ms. Go Young-eun sighed and rubbed her weary face.
The frustration, shame, and despair dwelling within her seeped out.
"...For now, I'm truly glad you're safe."
"..."
"I'll also... in my own way... try to find a way out of here."
Living as an outsider in a small society is a nerve-wracking affair. Even more so if it's a shelter in the middle of a disaster.
The smarter and more competent one was, the greater the mental exhaustion would be....
'...Yeongeun.'
It was then.
"Agent Peppermint." Agent Bronze spoke.
"Next time we come in, I will bring your agent gear."
"...!"
"You'll be able to move more effectively."
Go Youngeun flinched for a moment.
But as if she realized something, a flash of insight seemed to cross her eyes, and she quickly swallowed.
"...Yes."
"And... thank you."
Agent Bronze said, hesitating.
"For letting us on the train, we learned that there are still survivors here."
"...!"
"Ms.Goral." I added.
"Director Ho definitely knows how to get something out of here. That's why he started the Project in the first place."
"...!"
There is definitely a way out. That's what I was saying indirectly.
"So... if possible, could you share all the 'rumors' you've heard about this subway or Segwang Metropolitan City."
"Of course."
We talked for quite a while, collecting Yeongeun's 'rumors.'
And.
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"We've arrived."
Having reached our destination again, we stepped out through the door the station attendant had opened.
"Be careful."
The color had returned to Yeongeun's face.
"When you finish your exploration and come to Car 7, I'll open it as soon as I see your signal. I've already gotten permission from my aunt, I mean... the station attendant."
"Thank you."
[Having a strong goal is a great way to get out of a slump! Congratulations, Mr. Roe Deer. You've gained a local collaborator.]
'...Right.'
However.
'I don't know what you'll think about this next station.'
[ friend?]
I was the last of the group to step onto the platform. This is the place we chose.
Segwang Transit Corporation
Afternoon Station
This place, bearing the ominous name Blood Broadcasting Station, was....
"...Lights?"
Gaudy and psychedelic lights spun and flashed, fireworks went off, and confetti littered the floor.
And on the stairs covered by a red carpet, there was... a giant font sign.