―――Early the next morning, South City.
A black car was still driving on the wide road. Along the way, Norman Bennett received numerous calls, but he didn't answer any of them, eventually even turning off his phone.
Elliana Lyle didn't have the heart to ask who it was; she just blankly stared out the car window in a daze.
From the rearview mirror, you could see several more cars, seemingly about to overtake them, and Norman Bennett uncharacteristically exceeded the speed limit.
Finally, with a screeching sound, the car stopped abruptly, forcibly halted by a vehicle blocking the way ahead.
A tall man in a suit with a buzz cut got out of the car, walking directly to the front of Norman Bennett's vehicle. Elliana was so scared by the situation that she shrank back.
"Don't worry, it's okay," Norman Bennett reassured.
The window slowly rolled down to reveal a young man with an average appearance, marked by a prominent flesh-colored scar across one eye.
