Inside a magic energy vehicle on the road of the Northwest Region of the Nanwantina, the air became exceptionally quiet.
Aside from the driver who was praying, there was also a black-haired, green-eyed young girl in the passenger seat who hummed off-beat tunes from time to time.
It seemed like a hymn that the Church of the Goddess of Destiny would chant during morning prayers, but after her rendition, it sounded much like a funeral march.
The singing seeped into Eileen's ears, disturbing her mind, and triggered an intense fear that threatened to break her.
She had heard of some places in the Northern Continent where the crime rate was exceedingly high, where they could capture healthy people and sell their organs.
The people in front of her looked like old hands at this, the type who would harvest her organs without even administering anesthesia.
She didn't understand.