Sitting near Luna was a girl of unknown name and had her blonde hair cut in a messy bob. This one was full of determination, according to her partner. She joined the hunting team three moon cycles prior and rapidly became the best performing person in the profession. The tall woman itched to ask her about the city trips, find out whether she was an accomplice as well.

The passengers of the other train cars hid behind a blurry face, so Luna decided to pay no attention. One thing in common: They all kept their eyes glued to their hands, or the floor. Not because the city buildings, sticking out of the fog as they stood, were eerie even from the other side of the Fortezza Dei Sogni lake. The general dread of what might happen if they so much as thought about the life on the other side of the lake plagued their superstitious minds.