The Hummer barreled through the military camp with the speed of a lightning bolt, taking advantage of the deserted area emptied by a concert, resembling a wasteland where no one would be surprised by the sight of a steel behemoth moving at high speeds without horses, nor would anyone rebuke the driver for not wearing a seat belt, speeding, or trespassing in a military restricted zone.
"Yeehaw—!"
Nona slammed on the gas pedal, and the high-mobility vehicle charged forward wildly, the rhythm of "BRE@TH//LESS" singing from afar tightly synchronizing with the thrill of driving, stirring up a nearly insane excitement.
"Nona really likes this car, huh."
Roland gripped the roof railing tightly, like a mast in the midst of a violent storm, with the sense of security provided by the seat belt dropping to zero.
"Of course, I've been cooped up on the railway recently, super~bored! I've been wanting to let loose for so long~~~~~~~~"
"So it's a venting outlet, aaahhhhh!!!"
