Ryan stared ahead, his expression grim.
He had already checked the car—its brakes were completely non-functional, and it was a sports car, which was speeding up rapidly and impossible to stop now.
There was no saving it...
Even with the situation analyzed, Ryan maintained his composure as he turned to Ellie. "What did you have for breakfast this morning?"
With tears streaming down her face and panic etched on her features, Ellie blinked at him, clearly confused. "What did you say, Ryan?"
"I asked if you had breakfast."
"It's the middle of a crisis! Why are you asking about food?" She gasped, "We're going too fast to make that turn…!"
"So, you did eat?" Ryan pressed, his tone steady.
"Yeah, I did."
"Good. At least you won't be starving when you die."
"..."
Hearing this, Ellie's tears flowed even more freely. "But I don't want to die! I don't want to die!" she sobbed.
