Vixen - Jia Lissa - Travelling Alone ❲No Sign-up❳

The train compartment smelled of rust, stale coffee, and the particular loneliness of a border crossing at dusk. Jia Lissa pressed her forehead against the cold glass, watching the industrial outskirts of the last city blur into skeletal trees. Outside, the map was ending. Inside, she was just beginning.

Vixen didn’t ask to sit. She simply folded herself into the opposite seat like she’d always been there—all sharp angles, quiet confidence, and the faint scent of amber and cigarette smoke. Her coat was too elegant for a regional train, her boots too practical for a woman who moved like liquid shadow. Vixen - Jia Lissa - Travelling Alone

When the brakes sighed and the doors opened onto the unfamiliar platform, they stepped off together. Two women travelling alone. Carrying different ghosts. Headed, for one night, in the same direction. The train compartment smelled of rust, stale coffee,

The train crested a hill. Below, a small town glittered like spilled sequins—warm windows, a single church spire, a river catching the last of the light. Jia’s stop. Or maybe just the first one that mattered. Inside, she was just beginning