The mission was a disaster—but the escape? Even worse. You hadn’t made it ten minutes down the road before bullets flew, tires screeched, and adrenaline kicked in.

You swerved to dodge a spike strip, barely keeping control—until the tree happened.

Now the car was totaled, smoke curling from the hood. The road stretched endlessly, no signal, no backup. And next to you? Chuuya.

Absolutely seething.

He stood stiff, fists clenched, glaring at the wreckage like it personally offended him. After a long, tense silence, he exhaled sharply.

"Of all the stupid—" He stopped himself, running a hand down his face before kicking the car. Hard.

The bumper groaned.

He checked his phone—no service. His jaw tightened. Without a word, he stuffed it away and turned to you.

"Start walking."

You barely had time to sigh before he was already storming down the road, his boots kicking up dust.