"This iron vehicle... is it similar to things from your hometown?" Olivia watched as her husband skillfully drove the metal carriage, curiously touching things in the back seat and looking out the window with suspicion, "Could it be that we are now in your homeland?"
"No, I'm sure this is not my homeland 'Earth,' and I'm afraid it's not the place we were living in before." Leon turned the steering wheel, choosing a direction entirely different from the tracks of those who had previously escaped, and sped onto the highway.
"In my homeland, although there are stories of vampire monsters, they are probably all fake. Moreover, the details of this vehicle and those firearms, both inside and out, don't resemble anything from my homeland."
Leon glanced at the rearview mirror, seeing the distant but increasingly smaller countryside estate, recognizing the familiar clock on the building's dome. He frowned but had to set aside his doubts to focus on retreating from there.
