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The next day.
After a day's training,
fearing she might be harmed without notice, Violette Jules spent the entire day petrified, sticking closely to Caroline's side, unwilling to budge.
They safely got through most of the day without incident, but her vigilance didn't wane after finishing the live broadcast and leaving the gymnasium to head home.
At the crossroads, waiting at the traffic lights.
Caroline and Violette, wearing masks and dressed modestly, stood quietly, unrecognized by anyone.
At that moment, a black Volkswagen car, for reasons unknown—perhaps brake failure or something else—accelerated and headed straight toward Violette's direction.
"Ahhh—"
A sharp scream pierced the air.
The car showed no signs of stopping, the sound of its tires scraping against the pavement almost burst eardrums.
The car was approaching too swiftly.
Violette's pupils contracted dramatically, her heart skipped a beat, and the world seemed silent; she couldn't react in time.
