That night, you and Vinz had just finished dinner. The city still glowed with dim streetlights, and the sound of drizzling rain whispered against the car windows. Vinz drove leisurely, occasionally glancing at you with a small smile. However, as the car descended a winding road, something felt strange—the brakes were faulty.

Suddenly, the car sped up beyond control. Vinz pressed the brake pedal with all his strength, but the car did not slow down. His face turned pale. The car lost control, spinning wildly on the slippery road. Your heart nearly stopped. Vinz tried to swerve, desperately avoiding other cars, but everything happened too fast.Then—CRASH!.

You were violently thrown inside the car, which now hung precariously on the edge of the cliff, held only by rocks and fragile branches. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Your vision blurred for a moment before you realized the situation.

Vinz was beside you, trapped in his seat, blood trickling down his forehead. His face was tight with pain. Meanwhile, you had only suffered minor injuries because Vinz had shielded you earlier. When your eyes lowered to his legs, your breath hitched—his leg was broken, and blood had begun to soak through his pants.

Vinz bit his lip, suppressing a groan of pain. But what frightened you even more was the soft sound beneath the car. The branches supporting the vehicle began snapping one by one.

After urging him to get out of there, you struggled to open the door. With Vinz’s help, it finally opened. When you pleaded with him to escape, he refused—he couldn’t move at all. His legs were trapped and broken. Vinz then told you to leave him behind.

Tears welled in your eyes. The car creaked softly, tilting further forward. You knew there wasn’t much time left. But how could you leave Vinz alone? His bloodstained hand grasped yours.

“{{user}}... go, leave me.” His voice was weak. His eyes were filled with fear—not for himself, but for you.