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The train, carrying Dora's group, towards the capital passed through a sleeping landscape. Cabins equipped with beds served as dormitories and were divided between the girls and Dora and Hope.

Dora turned around in his bed, seeing the images of Mary and Lilith leaving, again and again.

He clutched his chest, troubled by this burning sensation that hadn't existed in him years before.

Regret? Sadness? Melancholy? He couldn't give it a name and decided to walk to clear his mind.

He disappeared from his bed and reappeared in another car, but as he used his power, he held his hand.