One cold and chilly night. The wind was strong enough to make the trees continuously bend back and forth. As always, cold weather was never merciful to wounds and injuries. Instead, the chilly night worsened the pain.
Aston's barely managed to go down to the ground floor and leave the building. His bike was parked right at the ground but... will he be able to hold out for an hour? Not to mention that he should drive himself.
Placing his left hand on his chest where he felt the most pain, he approached his bike with his feeble legs that had lost its strength due to being hit many times.
Mustering his strength, he was about to get on his bike when Rion grabbed him on the arm.
"Are you courting death? How could you even think of driving in that situation?!" Rion scowled as he stopped him from riding his bike.
