C225 Who am i

The road was a pure white road. Pure as snow. I don't know what material it was made of. It seemed as if there was no end to it.

I waited.

Waiting for death.

Short Hunchback looked ahead, holding onto the steering wheel, looking like he was focusing on driving.

Actually, he wasn't as focused as he seemed. For he did not forget to speak to me: "To tell you the truth