The V8 engine of the luxury sedan roared through the twilight streets of Velas City.
Ren crushed the accelerator, sending the speedometer needle surging upward. He wove through the evening traffic at a harrowing speed. The visibility outside gradually dimmed as twilight descended, yet the darkness brewing inside the cabin felt far heavier than the approaching night.
Yurin sat rigidly on the passenger side's leather seat. One hand tightly gripped his index finger, where crimson blood still seeped from the jagged glass cut. His light-colored eyes cast a timid glance at the driver's terrifyingly taut profile. Those eyes glared dead ahead at the road, refusing to spare even a single glance at the person beside him.
"Ren... can you please slow down? It's dangerous."
Yurin broke the dense silence, desperately trying to keep his voice as steady as possible.
