The only sounds that reverberated on the Infinity Train: the hum of the machine, the screech of the tracks, and the sound of his own voice and footsteps, echoed within the empty car.

The passengers slept peacefully, not knowing the cruel fate that lay ahead for them. Enmu had a twisted view; he believed that since he was the one who gave the passengers a beautiful dream, they deserved to be taken by him.

He hummed as the wind blew, caressing his short hair.