C77 The Ride Back

The black car cut through the sleeping city, its headlights slicing through the mist that still clung to the streets.

Inside, no one spoke.

Riku sat beside the window, one arm resting on the leather seat, his reflection a shadow in the glass.

Beside him, Arun stared straight ahead, hands clasped tightly in his lap. His knuckles were white.

Keiji drove in silence, eyes fixed on the road