The Returning Souls' pleasure lies in temptation, in manipulation, in the enjoyment of observing intelligent life stepping into the conclusion they set, driven by fear, curiosity, greed, or despair, despite knowing the rules.
Like the most skillful hunters, they are patient, graceful, even carrying a certain cruel fairness. They provide choices: staying on the train and dying from resource scarcity and internal strife.
Or stepping into the mansion, walking into their traps, as if providing a chance for survival.
...
Within the mansion, Returning Soul nobles from different regions were discussing recent events.
Which battlefield between humans and the Forbidden Zone had a surge of obsession, which area was easier for making transactions with humans and demanding their price. Or which force was keen to cooperate with the Returning Souls.
"Disaster Fog... what a pity, even we can't enter the Disaster Fog easily. Otherwise, how great would the gift be from such a massive death?"
