A cheerful Young woman

He envisioned different ways to inflict that suffering, imagining scenarios where Lorcan would beg for release but be denied at every turn. Jaegar had become consumed by the idea of revenge, and it shaped his every waking thought.

A lot of things to do.

While he was in his deep thoughts, a feminine voice interrupted his train of thought, breaking him out of his reverie.

"Excuse me."

A woman who seemed to be 19 years of age, entered the compartment and asked him, pointing at the seat opposite Jaegar, "Is the seat occupied?"

Jaegar looked at her and said, "Not that I know of."

Then she sat opposite him. He looked at her, especially at her face. Her face looked very ordinary yet profoundly beautiful. Her skin looked very soft, a shade of light brown in colour, kissed by the sun, with a warmth that seemed to glow in the right light. He could tell that she had no make-up on her face; she was like an effortless beauty. She doesn't need one, he believed.