The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer

XII.IV Those Left Behind

"Just by the boundary of Saint August, Mister~"

This was a really bad idea.

The young girl fastened her seat belt as the car that almost hit her moved forward, now serving as her metal chariot towards whatever destination their driver might want to travel to. Lina knew that what she just did was way out of her common sense's better judgment. If her sister ever saw her now, she'd probably make her eat another batch of leftover hell-wings.

With a lurch, the two children plus one adult took off into the dim Nancaan night; the faint hum of the car's revving engine providing an eerie sense of comfort, as the light from what few street lights that littered the streets filtered through their tinted glass window.

"Hey," Lina turned to her nervous seatmate, his whispers a reminder of their current chauffeur's shady vibe. "I don't think-"

The redhead placed a shaky finger on her nominal leader's trembling lips while gesturing with the other to zip her own mouth. It was too quiet to talk even in