It felt like she was on a roller coaster ride. Their car’s speed, the sharp turns, the screeching sounds of the tires, and the intermittent bursts of her screams… it was all just too intense.
This kind of high-speed car chase. She thought it was only something that was made possible in the movies. And yet here she was, sitting in the passenger’s seat of such a car moving as fast as a bullet, hurtling down the highway and being chased by two black and powerful cars. It was like they were the underdogs, stuck with the more inferior car, and in a story plot that seemed to have them as the protagonists who would no doubt emerge as the victor. However, not before being thrown into many disadvantageous situations, running close shaves over and over again, and even perhaps being beaten black and blue before they would be able to achieve their final goal.