When no one was watching, Mai Mingle took one risk after another.
The last nineteen hours of her life were the only thing she had left to put on the gambling table.
The world isn't fair. It always takes too much and gives too little. Mai Mingle had almost nothing left to bet, yet what she sought was still impossibly far away.
All she could do was return to the gambling table again and again with the same pitiful handful of chips.
Back then, as she wondered what was happening in the world outside the bus, she had gently reached out and pinched a corner of the "Mobile Seat" tag.
In the few seconds Mai Mingle waited for the consequences, it was as if her heart had forgotten to beat, her mind a complete blank. Only when sound and light gradually returned to her senses did she finally confirm it—she was fine.
'So as long as I don't "sit" in the "Mobile Seat," just touching the tag is fine?'
