The train had been advertised as “exclusive” on the forum where he bought his ticket: a themed overnight run to Busan, promising curated music, a curated crowd, a curated escape. They called it I Said U B—an inside joke, an ironic riff on the idea of being told what to feel. He had expected kitsch and comfortable anonymity. He did not expect the note tucked under his seat.
Clicking on the is like stepping into a dark alley looking for a free wallet. Here is what you are risking: isaidub train to busan exclusive