A high-speed train cutting through the Swiss Alps. The neon-blue emergency lights flicker against the darkness outside, the storm blurring the world beyond. Inside, the air crackles with tension as Bintang, Felix, Eka, Kiran, and Shen Ai stand opposite Liang Ren, whose blade gleams under the dim light.
Bintang ducks, barely avoiding the deadly arc of Liang Ren’s blade as it slices through the air. Sparks fly as the blade scrapes against the metallic rail beside him. He rolls, drawing his knife. "You still think you're on the right side, Liang?"
Liang Ren steps forward, his expression unreadable. "You think I have a choice?" His voice is laced with something uncertain, something almost hesitant.
Kiran fires her pistol, the sharp retort echoing through the confined space. But Liang Ren deflects the bullet with an unnatural flick of his blade, his movements almost too fast for the eye to follow.