A side of my face was a bit swollen as I passed out for a while. Looking around, I found myself in the backseat of a car. The windows were covered by curtains, so I couldn't see outside, including the one blocking my view of the driver.
They beat me enough to knock me out but didn't kill me. I remembered the old guy mentioning needing something from me.
"You're awake, it seems," a feminine voice from my right said. I knew someone was there, but it turned out to be the same girl who kicked me in the chest.
She wore a short red dress that barely covered her thighs, her raven hair tied in a neat, tight bun, fixed with a few hairpins.
Her face was sharp, her lips thin, and her pitch-black eyes showed no hint of emotion.
