The Bullet | Train Film

A soft, almost musical laugh answered. "Mr. Saito. You forgot to lock it."

And there, waiting, was The Sparrow. She folded her magazine. The Bullet Train Film

The old man was gone. In his place stood Tsubasa, the novice. He was crying, holding the old man's revolver. The barrel was smoking. The old man lay slumped in a seat, a red flower blooming on his white shirt. A soft, almost musical laugh answered

He looked up. Old man. Polished glasses. Calm smile. the novice. He was crying