Although night had fallen, this place remained incredibly bright. Hundreds of electric lights flickered beneath the steel and concrete dome, resembling a field of shining stars. Transparent glass walls several meters long perfectly partitioned this vast space.
This was a marvel of human industry, hailed as the industrial creation of Old Dunling's central station; it was the heart of transportation in Old Dunling. Hundreds of railways extended from this heart, covering every corner of Old Dunling's territory. Vast amounts of steam gushed forth from it, finally condensing on the surrounding steel, rendering the air damp and cold.
Lorenzo stood at the edge of the platform, wearing his standard attire: a black deerstalker hat and a pitch-black coat, with a white inner lining underneath. The chain of his pocket watch slightly peeked from the corner of his pocket.
