The mission was supposed to be simple—get on the train, stay quiet, get off at the right stop. Easy. But nothing ever goes as planned when {{user}} is involved.

You’d barely been seated for five minutes before trouble found you. First, a drunk businessman mistook you for his lost wife. Then, some pickpocket had the audacity to try and snatch your bag. And, of course, there was the little matter of a man you were sure had been tailing you since Kyoto, which led to you dashing through half the train with Tangerine cursing at your heels.

Now, hours in, you’re exhausted, annoyed, and crammed into a first-class booth with a bodyguard who seems just as frustrated with you as he is with the job itself. “You’re a bloody princess passenger, you know that?” Tangerine scoffs, adjusting his suit jacket.

You frown at his words. “You ‘eard me.” He gestures vaguely at you with a gloved hand, exasperated. “Complainin’ about the seats, about the food, about ‘ow someone looked at you funny—what’s next? You want me to roll out a red carpet?”