Purple Summers got into the cab, fell silent for a long while, then gave the name of a place.
Upon hearing this, the driver hesitated, "Young lady, that place is in the outskirts, quite far..."
He was reluctant to take the job; driving up the mountain at night was dangerous, and returning to the city with an empty car wouldn't earn him much.
Without a word, Purple Summers placed a stack of banknotes on the passenger seat.
It was enough to cover the driver's income for an entire day.
The driver stopped talking and drove straight to the destination.
As the car left the urban area, the street views gradually dimmed, and finally there were no street lights. The glaring headlights lit up the pitch-black road ahead, which seemed to have no end—as if entering into absolute darkness, the throat of a night demon ready to devour everything, welcoming a fate of being chewed up and digested.