Grace drove, too consumed by her thoughts to notice the gas slowly filling the vehicle until she had already inhaled it.
As time passed, Grace felt her muscles weaken and her vision double—clear signs that something was very wrong.
She shook her head, trying to clear her vision, but it only worsened. The bus weaved dangerously, revealing the driver had lost control of the steering.
Grace frowned when she noticed the brakes were broken, fury flashed in her eyes, knowing she was being calculated against.
'Who was it? When was I drugged?' she thought as she tried to absorb energy to clear her dizziness.
Her expression turned grim when she realized her powers weren't working. The bus sped up, racing past vandalized restaurants and shattered storefronts.
If she didn't stop this car on time, it would crash into one of the buildings. Grace bit her lips to stay awake, her hands trembling as she barely controlled the bus not to crash into things.
