The ride to whatever place Kris was taking me was awkward and deafeningly silent. I tried setting my eyes on the outside world but he was driving too fast that it all came out blurry. I’m surprised I haven’t puked all over his expensive dashboard yet. I was still brooding over how easy he got me into making an agreement with him. Being forced into doing something just because I had no other choice always puts me off. Well, I shouldn’t whine about it just now anyway since that would practically describe why I’m here in Vincerion in the first place.