112 Grapple Force

The train moved through a dark tunnel, its motion akin to silence. There was a single tube light illuminating the long compartment, the luminance it radiated proving to be insufficient.

The seats were hard, bereft of any cushion, made from reinforced materials, manufactured to bear tremendous weights. The tube light was situated at the rear end of the compartment, affixed far from the seated duo.

His back was directed towards the source of light, casting a shadow on his face. He listened with focus, glancing straight at the visage of the lady before him, feeling his heart rate accelerate.

The environment was slightly chilly, looking like the tunnels did a perfect job of insulating the heat radiating from the earth. Situated 600 metres below ground, the path the train travelled through the lower Strata was ought to have been hot.