The countryside train hummed steadily along the tracks, carrying Haruto and Yor away from the bustling energy of Tokyo. The journey would take a few more hours, the scenery outside shifting from urban sprawl to gentle green hills, rice fields, and distant mountains bathed in soft afternoon light.
They sat side by side near a small table by the window. Yor had chosen the seat right next to him, their shoulders occasionally brushing as the train swayed. The warm sunlight streamed in, casting a gentle glow on her silver hair. She looked peaceful, occasionally pointing out beautiful views — a lone tree standing tall in a golden field, a small village nestled between hills, a river sparkling under the sun.
