A young man was sitting in the car.
With his slightly fancy coat and long hair draped over his shoulders, he could be considered handsome, but something about his gaze made Ada feel uncomfortable.
It was like that of a hardened criminal pressed into a cage.
Repressed, yet crazed.
Faced with such a person, the switchboard operator wisely took a step back, watching him with a guarded look.
"Don't worry, I'm not a bad guy."
"I just saw you were alone and wondered if you wanted a lift."
"But, it seems you don't need one."
As he said that, he rolled up the window and signaled the driver to drive off.
In the roar of the engine, the car slowly pulled away.
Watching the departing car, the switchboard operator let out a sigh of relief.
Had he insisted on her getting in the car just now, she would have run back.
After all, the police station was not far away.
It's just as well.
With that thought, the switchboard operator once again waited for the public carriage to arrive.
