"I'm afraid it won't be fast, rainy days are always congested. The only way to be faster is to take a detour. Are you in a rush to catch a flight?"
The driver said as he turned the steering wheel, casting a casual and intentional glance at her soaked figure, "Look at you, drenched in the rain without an umbrella. I'll turn up the heat so that you don't catch a cold later."
Having spent too long in the rain, she felt coldness seeping in from the inside. She had no mood to pay attention to the driver's overly "friendly" gaze and simply muttered, "Just take the detour, as long as we can get there faster."
Afterwards, she leaned back on the seat with a pounding headache and closed her eyes.
She didn't know how long had passed, but when the car stopped, her instinct told her that they were at the airport. As she tried to open the door to get out, she realized the surroundings were a desolate wasteland of rubble and debris.
"Where are we?"
