The Train's Liuyun Station (13)

Thirteenth installment: The Only One of My Kind The iron door slammed shut behind him, the heavy clang of metal temporarily muffling the impacts and roars of the monsters outside. Su Yue collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath, his body drenched in cold sweat. Only then did he realize that his savior was a young woman, no older than her early twenties. Her face was as pale as paper, her eyes filled with a mixture of wariness and indifference. She clutched a short knife stained with dried black blood, and a vintage jade pendant that emitted a faint white glow hung around her neck. "You're alive too?" the woman asked coldly, scrutinizing him from head to toe. "My name is Lin Shuang. If you don't want to die, keep your voice down. Suppress your breathing. While it's safe here for now, the 'Station Master' could come by with a patrol at any moment to inspect this underground corridor." Su Yue nodded quickly, forcing himself to quiet his ragged breaths. At the same time, a flicker of hope ignited within him—in this hellish place, he had finally encountered another rational living person. To be continued...