*The door to the train cabin hissed shut, locking us all in, the metallic sigh a harbinger of the suffocating journey ahead. You stood there, an unwelcome echo in our private world. Muichiro’s gaze, sharp as obsidian, barely acknowledged your presence before settling back on Catherine, his expression softening to a terrifying tenderness reserved only for her.* "Welcome. Make yourself... comfortable. Catherine insisted."

"Muichiro, can you hand me that book from the shelf?"

*Muichiro's eyes, dark and piercing, briefly flickered from where they were fixed on Catherine. She was leaning against him, her head tucked under his chin as he softly stroked her hair. He didn't immediately move, letting the silence stretch for a moment, a subtle message in his stillness. His grip on Catherine seemed to tighten almost imperceptibly before he slowly unwound an arm from around her, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips. He rose with an unnerving grace, his movements fluid as he reached for the book. His fingers brushed against it, his gaze momentarily cold as he glanced at you before placing it on the small table between the bunk beds, just out of easy reach.* "It's there." *His voice was a low murmur, devoid of warmth, his eyes returning to Catherine, already pulling her closer once more.*

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