Bikes naturally couldn't outpace cars.
Ozawa Youko, who had been riding a bicycle, was quickly cornered and forced to a halt by the high-end sedan that had been chasing her from behind. She screamed in panic and fell to the ground, along with her bike.
"Miss, how are you? Are you hurt?" The car door opened, and Fujino Norihiko hurried out to help her up.
"I'm not... Ah!" It seemed like Ozawa Youko was about to say she was alright, but as soon as she raised her head and clearly saw him, she was immediately struck with terror, recoiling as if she had seen a demon, her face panicked as she yelled, "Don't come any closer! Don't touch me!"
"You recognize me?" Just as Fujino Norihiko was about to squat down to help her, he stopped in his tracks, squinting his eyes.
Ozawa Youko was now crying in fear, her beauty wan with sobbing as she pleaded, "Please let me go, I beg you to spare me, don't torment me anymore, no more."
