The helicopter cut through the night sky, heading towards the coastline of A Country.
Sitting by the window, Fifteen leaned wearily against the window, staring at the pitch-black night sky outside, and Carl's face flashed before her eyes once more.
She had known Carl for nine years, collaborated for six, and they were as close as siblings. In this world, apart from her father, Carl was the person closest to her, her family.
At the thought of him being in the hands of Satan, possibly in mortal danger at any moment, her heart ached.
What to do?
With just her own strength, facing Satan, if anything went wrong, both she and Carl could face utter devastation.
She wasn't afraid of death, but the thought of Carl dying because of her made Fifteen hesitant.
With something on her mind, Fifteen seemed particularly quiet.
