Upon learning I had someone else’s blood on me, I tried to take in as many details as I could to try and understand my situation. Noticing it was the only thing I was wearing, I tugged my oversized sweater down as far as it would go. I reached up to frantically check my neck, but the choker was gone. My heart was pounding with fear. I tried to open the backdoor to flee, but it was locked.
I averted my eyes back to the rearview mirror, noticing that the driver looked annoyed. They pulled back into traffic without saying anything. “Who are you?” I shakily asked, pawing some tangled hair out of my face.
“Frankie, he/him pronouns. I work for Yujin.” His words were sharp and short.