Refinement

After a brief moment of disorientation, Gilan's consciousness returned to itself.

Clang clang...

Clang...

The rhythmic sounds of the train in motion rang by his ears, accompanied by corresponding vibrations beneath his feet.

A gust of wind blew in through the train window, carrying a hint of chill along with the distinctive fragrance of plants and the earthy, metallic scent of soil.

Gilan looked up to find himself inside a train's first-class carriage. Wooden benches, red leather upholstery, an ornate ceiling, and elegant wall lamps.

Twelve familiar figures sat in their respective seats, some spacing out, some reading, some snacking, some fiddling with cameras...

The familiar sight made Gilan sigh with emotion.

When he had first crossed over, he had been forced to watch this film in the basement of Redwood Street Police Station, barely surviving the ordeal.

Now that he had returned to the film, his state of mind was entirely different.

He swept his gaze around again and found no unfamiliar figures besides himself.

Looks like I'm the first one to enter the film.

Gilan thought to himself.

There were a few minor details to the rules of this wager. For instance, the representatives of the six factions would not enter the film at the same time.

As for the order, no one knew.

Except Sasha, who was serving as the referee.

Sending Gilan in first counted as a form of favoritism within the rules... Of course, Gilan was the only person on his side in this wager, so he was considered the "weaker party." Giving him appropriate assistance was reasonable as well.

So, which protagonist should I choose?

Gilan turned his gaze toward the seats ahead.

It passed over the doctor, journalist, boxer, elderly gangster, actress, traveler, folklorist, and the others.

He knew very well that the