Meeting as strangers

On the afternoon of January 3, 1350, at the Backlund steam train station platform.

Whooo!

The whistle echoed through every corner of the platform. The enormous, monster-like locomotive pulled more than twenty carriages behind it as it slowly came to a halt.

Sitting among those waiting to meet arriving passengers, Klein lifted his gaze from the newspaper in his hands and looked toward the platform. His eyes darted over the sudden flood of people, searching for familiar figures.

This was the second time he had done this that afternoon. Compared to the first, he seemed more practiced, but also more restless.

If they aren't on this train either, I'll have to wait until tonight-

Klein searched anxiously. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he relaxed.

Amid the crowded throng, a man who looked about thirty, with black hair and brown eyes, shielded a girl in old-fashioned clothes as they stepped off the steam train, laden with bags.

It's Benson and Melissa...

Klein nearly sprang to his feet in excitement. Fortunately, he checked the impulse in time and remained seated, his gaze resting on the siblings.

-What are they saying?

A person's gaze carried power. Once again, the facts proved this to Klein. His intense stare drew a puzzled look from Melissa, and his body instinctively tensed. But Benson quickly pulled her away. Although Melissa glanced back at him twice in confusion, she had no time to investigate.

"Phew-" Klein breathed a sigh of relief, put away his newspaper, and slipped into the crowd to leave.

"Benson, why are you walking so fast?" Melissa asked in bewilderment, carrying the lighter suitcase as she hurried after him.

"There are too many people," Benson said, still shaken. "If we don't hurry, the people getting off behind us will pack us like sardines!"

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