Vixen - Jia Lissa - Travelling Alone May 2026

The train compartment smelled of rust, stale coffee, and the particular loneliness of a border crossing at dusk. Jia Lissa pressed her forehead against the cold glass, watching the industrial outskirts of the last city blur into skeletal trees. Outside, the map was ending. Inside, she was just beginning.

When the brakes sighed and the doors opened onto the unfamiliar platform, they stepped off together. Two women travelling alone. Carrying different ghosts. Headed, for one night, in the same direction. Vixen - Jia Lissa - Travelling Alone

“It’s the way you hold your book,” Vixen replied, nodding at the untouched paperback in Jia’s lap. “Upside down for the last three stops. You’re not reading. You’re hiding.” The train compartment smelled of rust, stale coffee,

And for the first time all journey, Jia Lissa wasn’t hiding. She was arriving. Inside, she was just beginning