Hanging from Angelica's neck, the amethyst pendulum glowed a bit, and she noticed that.
'Someone tried to look into my mind…'
She thought, looked away from the window, and looked around the car.
When her gaze went over the men, they blushed and tried to make themselves look more handsome.
Women, on the other hand, felt themselves turn uglier and wished they were invisible.
'No one shows any sign of discomfort…'
She then saw one person leave the car—it was just a young man, but she couldn't get a good look at his face—and she then turned back to the window.
'It doesn't matter. He must be under quite some pain right now.'
She took her purse, left her seat, and headed to the sleeping car—there, she entered her room, closed the door, and then looked around.
It was a small, cramped room with a bunk bed and a small window with the curtains drawn.
She lifted her veil, revealing her flawless-skinned face, and then put her belongings on the top bunk.
