Murder on the Orient Express.
The core of that story is not the ingenious layout, not the mysterious murderer, but rather... conspiracy.
A murder, with not just one participant, but a whole carriage of twelve people. Each delivered a fatal blow with different tools, harboring different motives, yet formed an absolutely meticulous alliance to weave a web that perfectly conceals the truth. No one betrays, no one confesses, everyone masks each other before the judgment seat, burying the crime deep beneath the snowy night tracks.
"Click."
Silence.
The deepest cell in the Punishment Tower seemed to be drained of air, even the flow of time came to a standstill.
Atlanda raised his hands, like a dancer in a music box on a snowy night, like an actor in a musical, dressed in white, his voice elegant and graceful, flowing between the silence:
...
"Honorable World Master, please allow me to tell you the story of 'Murder on the Orient Express.'
