The black car drove slowly through the streets of the Underground. Everything there was narrow and gross, filled with trash and grime. The engine of the car was so quiet you could barely hear it. Inside, the air felt cold and way too clean, almost like it didn't even belong in a place as dirty as this. The seats were made of soft leather, but to Jinzo, it felt more like he was sitting in a cage.
He was in the back seat, with his hands jammed tight under his own thighs, squeezing hard because he couldn't stop them from shaking. Sweat was dripping down his face, and he was breathing fast, like he was running out of air.
He was convinced this was the end for him. He figured Victoria had finally figured out that he was the one leaking the Baby-Boom secrets. This time, he felt like a dead man walking, or rather being led to his grave.
