Talon remained pensive, his thoughts undisturbed by the storm brewing around him. Panic etched itself deeply into Yuki's features, while Tobias, frustration simmering beneath his calm exterior, pondered for a way out of the predicament.
Clutching his head with clammy hands, Maliq voiced his spirals of worry. "Oh no, dear God, what are we going to do? Is he dead? Or maybe he's still alive? Oh no, oh no, this is a disaster! What will happen to Talon's reputation?"
Yuki, striving to keep her composure, snapped, "Calm down, Maliq. We're all struggling to figure this out."
Talon said, "Everyone, calm down. We need to find a solution."
The rider lay still on the asphalt, lifeless or unconscious—no one could tell. Just then, two men clad in black leather pants and jackets emerged from a vehicle nearby, their demeanor threatening. They approached Talon's car, eyes narrowing as they saw their comrade sprawled out in front of it.
