Shooting Range (1)

Hiss—!

The train was nearly at the end of the line.

While the train was running, I set up several targets near the rear of the passenger car.

It was a makeshift shooting range so that, whenever there were no passengers aboard, Ha-seon and Jiwoo could safely practice firing their crossbows whenever they wanted.

Just as Ha-seon and the siblings were getting a feel for aiming their crossbows at the targets amid the brisk clack of impacts, the train began to slow noticeably.

At last, Busan Station, the end of the railway line, came into view beyond the windows.

“There are so many people out there!”

Sua, who had pressed herself against the window to look outside, exclaimed in surprise.

"...People?"

Had they spotted the train from far away and come rushing over...