North Korea (1)

After returning to the train, I began organizing its cars.

First, I opened the doors to the passenger cars one by one.

It was my first thorough cleaning since the children had left.

I spotted Nabi, practically fused with the bed, and Ha-seon, diligently managing the gallery.

"...This isn't the car."

I cleared my throat and closed the door.

It wasn't until I opened the doors to the third and fourth cars that a scene resembling the children's living quarters finally came into view.

Sua's compartment.

The graffiti left on the wall.

A felt-tip pen Sua had picked up somewhere was in the corner of a shelf...