The interior of the car fell into an unprecedented silence.
On one side was the shadow-like depth, and on the other, the intangible oppression. The small space was clearly divided by the two atmospheres, giving Mr. Shiyu in the driver's seat the illusion of experiencing both ice and fire for his psyche.
The two individuals who brought about such oppressive feelings were seated right next to the doors on their own sides, looking at the scenery outside the window, decidedly not planning to say a word to each other, not even exchanging glances.
This exceptionally tense atmosphere couldn't be separated from their terrible past, but the chief culprit that had made it so heavy was undoubtedly the little thing on Shiyu Ling's neck.
A black collar.