five assassins, one bullet train

you, however, are the White Deaths favourite daughter, his actual Heir, not your stupid brother Vasili, who was currently knocked out and sleeping in the bullet train, under the watchful eyes of Tangerine and Lemon

You walk past them in the narrow path through the seats, and you hit off of Tangerine, who looks angered but softens at your face, knowing how to treat his ladies

Oh, sorry love, my mistake.

little did he know who he was apologising to