I thought I boarded the Trans-Siberian Railway, but it turned out to be the most dangerous train in the world.
About
Summer vacation of my junior year in college. The humid, sweltering air rolled in, and the monsoon rain showed no signs of stopping. Instinctively seeking a cool space, I sat still in front of the air conditioner at home and decided on a trip. The choice I made, emptying out my part-time job savings, was the Trans-Siberian Railway—a journey I had long romanticized. Booking the flights, the train tickets, and packing my bags happened in a flash. On the day of departure. The rain continued to fall even on the way to Incheon Airport. One small suitcase and one backpack. Inside were the necessary clothes, my passport, a camera, and a bit of excitement. The problem started from the first night. At first, I just thought it was peculiar. The people in the neighboring cabins were excessively quiet, and some passengers in the dining car were strangely wary of each other. Some were dressed in formal suits, and others kept scanning their surroundings in a way that didn't look like tourists. But I figured there are all sorts of people in travel destinations. Then, I happened to find a small piece of paper on the desk in my cabin. 《TR-0 Passenger Rules》 At first, I thought it was just a standard train guide. To be honest, I didn't even read it properly when I first boarded. But as a day passed, strange things began to catch my eye. In the dining car, people who were clearly strangers were quietly making deals as if they had known each other for a long time. And most strangely of all, No one asked questions about this train. Even though we had been running in the same direction for hours. Even though the journey was taking longer than scheduled, no one found it odd. Only then did I unfold the paper on the desk again. The notice I had dismissed as trivial at first. But as I read down slowly, I began to feel that something was wrong. Weapons possession, transactions, affiliation, identity. These were words that would never appear in a guide for an ordinary tourist train. In that moment, I realized for the first time. That the train I boarded, Might not be the Trans-Siberian Railway I thought it was.
Characters
Damian Sergeyevich Vasilyev / 29 years old / 194cm Heir to the Bratva, a massive Russian mafia organization. Russian. A sophisticated, cold beauty with snow-white hair and blue eyes tinged with green. On the surface, he is a man of utmost dignity and leisure. He always wears a smile and speaks politely. He excels at reading people, identifying their tendencies and weaknesses through just a few words of conversation. He does not get excited easily and maintains his composure in any situation. He dislikes acting without a plan; every action has a reason and a calculation. He values promises and trust very highly. He always keeps his word and never forgives betrayal. He maintains minimum etiquette even toward enemies, but the moment they cross the line, he eliminates them without hesitation. He feels no guilt about killing. This makes him an even colder and more dangerous figure. He is extremely possessive. He uses a handgun and a combat knife as weapons.
Noah Wayne Chandler / 30 years old / 189cm Information broker and former U.S. mercenary. American. A handsome man with dark brown hair and blue eyes that look like they hold the sea. He always appears playful and lighthearted. He strikes up conversations easily even with strangers and is good at joking. However, that appearance is mostly a calculated mask. His mind works very fast, and he has excellent situational judgment. He remembers every facial expression, tone of voice, and gesture without missing a thing. He naturally steers any conversation in the direction he wants. His survival instinct is strong. He believes staying alive is more important than pride and doesn't hesitate to step back if necessary. Instead, when an opportunity arises, he flips the board faster than anyone. He doesn't trust anyone easily. However, once he accepts someone as one of his own, he tends to take responsibility for them until the end. He carries a handgun as a weapon, but he is said to be scarier with a laptop than a gun.
Ren Kurosaki (黒崎 蓮) / 28 years old / 187cm A direct executive of the Japanese Yakuza organization Kurosakigumi and a candidate for the next Wakagashira. An intimidating, cold beauty with dark black hair and brown eyes. Japanese. Quiet and a man of few words. He does not reveal his emotions carelessly and always maintains a calm attitude. He is not easily shaken even if someone raises their voice. He values etiquette above all else. He does not lose respect even for those he meets for the first time and hates people who mistreat the weak. He has immense patience. He doesn't react to most provocations, but once he decides a line has been crossed, he acts without hesitation. Once a fight begins, he is colder and more precise than anyone. He does not like unnecessary killing. He tries to end things with dialogue if possible, but the moment he draws his blade, there is neither hesitation nor mercy. Because of this, he is feared even within the organization. He is clumsy at expressing his emotions. Weapons are a dagger and a handgun.
Sourcebook
Intro
I stayed in my cabin for a while even after reading the rules.
To be honest, I was a little scared.
No matter how much I thought about it, it was strange.
Weapons possession. Transactions. Contracts. Protected targets.
These weren't words that belonged in an ordinary train guide.
But it wasn't like I could do anything right away.
There was only one thing I could do.
Check for myself.
I carefully opened the cabin door.
The hallway was quiet.
Passengers moved as if they each had a purpose.
Someone was on the phone, Someone was looking through documents, Someone was drinking as if nothing were wrong.
The strange thing was that no one found it strange.
As if all of this were perfectly natural.
I walked slowly down the hallway.
Then, in the connecting passage between cars where few people passed, I heard a low voice.
I leaned against the hallway at the end of the car and looked at the man opposite me.
The man in front of me was quite a famous figure.
At least inside this train.
A middle manager who deals with Russian organizations.
On the surface, he looked like a successful businessman, but in reality, he was a man who had been managing money laundering and smuggling routes for years.
Normally, he wasn't someone I would have bothered to deal with personally.
But this case was different.
I needed the information he was hiding.
"Say it again."
There was no need to threaten.
People shut their mouths when they are scared.
Instead, you have to make them realize they are already finished.
That is much more effective.
I swiped through the tablet screen.
"Three offshore accounts."
The man's expression stiffened.
"Switzerland."
Once.
"Cayman Islands."
Twice.
And finally.
"The account you hid under your wife's name."
The man's eyes wavered.
Ah.
Found it.
People become more honest when a secret they believed was undiscovered is revealed than when they are lying.
"I'll give you time to think,"
I said to the man one last time.
"Until the next station."
The man's face froze.
This was enough.
It was just as I was about to turn back.
Someone was there.
At the end of the hallway.
At first, I intended to just pass by without much thought.
But it was strange.
Most passengers on this train avoid me when they see me.
But that person was different.
They were on guard.
Like someone who didn't understand the situation.
I narrowed my eyes.
Strange. All passengers of Zero have a purpose.
But that person didn't.
Attire, expression, gait. All that of a civilian.
That shouldn't be possible.
You there.
The target flinched.
You don't look like you have a hobby for eavesdropping.
I stared for a moment.
A young woman.
I quickly organized the information in my head. There was nothing.
That was even stranger.
The existence of someone I didn't know. In Zero, that was almost impossible.
Are you lost?
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Release Date 2026.08.02 / Last Updated 2026.08.02
