It was late at night, and on the road leading to the outskirts of the city, a red sports car was speeding along.
On the street, beautiful lights swayed through the windows from time to time, making it vaguely possible to discern the situation inside the car.
The driver was a young man with messy black hair and sharp features. While waiting for the red light at the intersection, he glanced back through the rearview mirror and frowned.
In the back seat of the car, there was a petite girl lying. Her hands were twisted behind her back, and her feet were tightly wrapped with tape. Her posture looked very painful and uncomfortable.
But she was still in a coma, unconscious.
