Two sharp screeches of brakes pierced the silent, empty underground garage like a curse, filling the air with a tension as fierce as a battlefield. Just as Manfred shouted, the two cars swerved at different angles, sharing one purpose—to avoid Janet standing in the middle.
Charles deftly turned the steering wheel and slammed the brakes in time. A wild fear blossomed in his mind, threatening to drive him insane. What if he stopped but August didn't? If he lost control, Janet's life would be the cost of this game.
At the last moment, August's car veered sharply right. The tires screamed against the concrete, making Charles gasp in shock. For a heartbeat, he thought a collision was inevitable—but in the end, August swerved away. Charles turned left; August turned right. The cars slid past Janet, their brakes grinding, while their hearts pounded in erratic rhythms.
