The train pulled into the station, and Dubian Che followed the crowd onboard.
Without even looking, it was clear there were no seats available in the carriage.
There were office workers in uniforms and students reviewing flashcards for their final exams.
Advertisements hung from the carriage signpost:
"Santa Clause on a reindeer, far outstripped by a BMW."
"KFC Christmas Party Bucket! Three combinations to cater to dinners from two to group feasts!"
"'Spring Things' Joint Christmas Strawberry Cake! Call to order: xxxxxx!"
Dubian Che's gaze lingered on a scantily clad Santa, Yuzuki Yuki.
'Why is it always you coming out to sell, Miss Second Place?'
As the train clanked and rattled along, the carriage shook, and Dubian Che couldn't help but yawn.
He grabbed the handstrap, standing before the seats filled with passengers, gazing out the window.
It was late December, and through the fogged-up glass, he could feel the winter chill piercing through.
