C215 I'm the Son of a Poor Farmer

Several hours later, the train emerged from the dense, toxic fog and arrived at a ghost town, long abandoned. The crumbling architecture was cloaked in a blanket of dust, a testament to years of neglect. Yet, Lee Cha sensed an undercurrent of vigilant security. The rebels were professionals; to the untrained eye, this place was nothing more than a desolate ruin.

Disembarking from the train