Scarlett bit her lip as she watched Yeomyeong grow distant.
Crazy bastard. If he wants to die, he should do it alone.
She raised her gun and headed straight for the control room.
Thankfully, that damn "auntie" had only just placed her hand on the train's brake lever.
Clack—
There was nothing left to say. Scarlett immediately aimed her gun at the woman. The cold barrel was pressed squarely to the back of her head.
“Take your hand off the brake.”
