"You..."
Iris Harris's eyes widened in horror. The next second, she was forcefully pulled into the car. A towel with a strange smell was pressed over her face. She tried to hold her breath and break free, but a punch landed on her abdomen. "Oof!" she gasped, taking a sharp breath.
Her consciousness instantly blurred.
Amidst the haze, she heard the woman's indifferent voice.
"What a pity, good people never live long."
...
Feeling the struggling woman gradually lose her strength, Luna Clark slowly released the grip on her arm.
"Quite strong."
She muttered to herself, raising her hand to wipe the "blood" off her face, then grabbed a blanket from the soft seat to vigorously wipe her face.
"Drive." Luna threw the blanket aside. "We're on a schedule."
The "driver" in front snorted, "You really think of me as just a driver, huh?"
The man wearing a baseball cap turned around, revealing snake-like green eyes.
