In the early morning, Feng Xue, who had sent away his good friend who had come up to help dispel the boredom because he couldn't sleep, activated the self-cleaning program of his Masked Rider Armor and crawled out of bed.
Just as the lights turned on, however, he felt three breaths.
"Uh, the roommates have been replenished again?" Feng Xue glanced at the three roommates who were still sleeping in the compartment, didn't linger, but instead reached out to open the door.
Then, he discovered that the doors of the carriages, which he had all opened last night, were now closed again. Although the curtains were drawn over the glass windows on the doors, with his perception, he could still hear the faint breathing behind them.
"Moreover, moreover, moreover..."
