C38 Against the clock.

Tobias speeds through the dark streets, the roar of his engine filling the tense silence in the air.

"You should slow down," I tell him quietly, keeping my eyes trained on the road. Uncle Tobias ignores me, his hand clenching and unclenching around the steering wheel. Behind us, Woody shuffles forward, placing a hand on Tobias' shoulder —

"Slow down Tobias