Chapter 4

The woman with the baby swayed unsteadily in the aisle, looking ready to collapse from exhaustion.

Everyone stared at her and the poor baby in her arms, their gazes burning into me, full of disgust and anger.

As Mr. Thorne’s urging intensified, and under the torrent of condemning glares from the other passengers, it felt like I was being grilled alive, turning over a roaring fire.

I, the one who wouldn't give up her seat, had become the villain everyone hated.

My heart pounded like a drum.

Part of me worried about what would happen if I gave up the seat, while the other part was tormented by agonizing guilt.

Someone, save me.

I looked at the guy sitting to my left.

His blue athletic jacket had, at some point, changed into a black and white checkered shirt.

His features began to distort under my gaze, twisting into a pixelated mess, like a glitch in a video game.

Then, a crisp voice suddenly sounded in my ear.

**【3. Don't easily trust people in black and white checkered shirts. What they say could be true, or it could be a lie.】**