Despite the age of the old red car, it was quite fast on the road. Akira revelled in the feeling of speeding on the smooth roads. She had thought of burning the car to spite Kaito, but she decided to keep it for herself.
She was not a car girl like Hina, but that did not mean she could not appreciate a good one. Moreover, in addition to being a good ride, she liked the red colour.
Her goal was catching a train to Tokyo. Unfortunately, the only train going out for the evening from Mountain Ridge had already departed. However, she could still catch it at the next stop if she rushed.
As she sped through the meandering roads, a loud motorcycle approached her from behind. She could not be sure, but it seemed to be following her. She frowned as she looked through the side mirror.
Wait, why did that person look familiar?