On the vast train deck, all the noble guests turned to watch the Church of Steam and Magic guards storm toward the young girl, Isabella.
Sympathy flashed across some of their faces.
Being targeted by the Church's guards was never a good sign.
Isabella, entirely unaware of what was happening, paled as the guards approached.
Her instinct was to run, but with her brother in the midst of a crucial moment nearby, any sudden movement or disturbance could disrupt him.
So, despite her fear, she stood her ground, questioning the guards as they neared.
"What are you doing? Why are you throwing out our belongings?"
"Your belongings?" scoffed the knight in light armor at the front. "Do you think that's a place someone like you deserves? Look at your status!"
With that, he kicked Isabella hard in the stomach, sending her flying across the deck and crashing onto the floor with a dull thud.
