Two days later, Claire Green quietly appeared at the F Continent tarmac with her backpack, then casually deleted her passenger record.
"Noel Hotel."
Bending over to get in the car, a low voice flowed out from beneath her mask.
The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, his expression somewhat strange.
All he could see was Claire Green in a black hooded sweatshirt, the large hood obscuring her face, revealing only a black mask.
Seeing the car not moving, Claire Green tugged at her hood, her cold eyes finally exposed.
"Not going?"
Meeting her eyes, the driver flinched, quickly starting the car.
He thought to himself he wasn't suited for a life in the chaotic F Continent, especially when even a girl's gaze seemed so frightening.
Upon reaching the destination, Claire Green barely stepped out before the driver slammed on the gas, speeding away as if being chased.
