*Nathaniel*
I know I am speeding well beyond the limit that has been determined legal by human law. Still, I press my foot to the accelerator as I grip the steering wheel. I know I must be careful to not break the wheel with my strength. I have accidentally broken a few steering wheels or bent them out of shape quite an embarrassing number of times in my life due to one circumstance or another.
Although, if I were ever to do it again, now would be the time.
The air is saturated with different scents, though I don't know if my mind is processing them correctly. It is like the air itself is charged with the tension and emotions of everyone around me. It's clouding my vision, making it difficult for me to remain calm under this pressure.
I can smell the faint scent of worry coming fro
