— Central District, Metro City —
An armored roadster roared like a beast as it tore through the late-night roads of Metro City with a growl that refused to let the city sleep.
Its wheels screamed against the asphalt as it sliced corners like a guillotine.
Few civilians were still on the streets at this hour, but those who found themselves flinching back in instinctive terror as their eyes caught only the blur of jet-black metal streaked with veins of pulsating red — as if the car had clawed its way up from hell itself.
Inside the cockpit—
It was only lit by the red glow of the dashboard.
Deathmark sat slouched in the passenger seat.
Her eyes hadn't left her phone for the past ten minutes.
The screen was dry. Still no reply.
『Come on, Nighty… is he still mad at me…?』
Her thumb nervously chewed at the edge of her glove as she refreshed the chat for the fiftieth time, half-hoping that this time Nightwatch would miraculously say hey.
