A young black haired boy got into the car, his body protesting against any and all movements. Black circles were present under his eye lids, giving evidence of his lack of sleep.
"Big day?" The man in the front seat asked, gripping the steering wheel.
"Yeah." The boy replied, closing his eyes. "You know where to take me, John."
The driver, John, nodded. He pressed the 'press to power' button near the steering wheel' and the car engine roared up.
Soon, the car had entered the main road and was going towards where the passenger had asked for.
"You're surprising your friends and mother, aren't you?" John asked.
"Yes, it's been ten years. I was afraid none of you remembered me, but here you are." Harry replied, finally opening his eyes.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
"Say, John. How long have you been working for my mom?" Harry asked.
"About twelve years." John answered.
"You look like you stopped at thirty." Harry replied, opening his most used application on his app, the 'novelion' app.
"I thought your mother was exaggerating when she said you were quite the flatterer. I've never been so wrong in my life." John replied and gave a chuckle.
Harry hummed, his finger tapping and scrolling the screen of his phone.
'Still no update from the 'Eternal Journeys'... What's that author doing?!' Harry asked himself while looking at the cover of the web novel.
The car continued for quite a while before John spoke up again.
"Say, Mr. Harry, do you believe in reincarnation?" The question awakened something in Harry.
He looked at the back of the driver's head while his eyes widened from the sudden question.
"Pardon?" Harry asked.
"You know, dying and being roborn?" John repeated his question.
Harry looked down at his phone for a moment before pressing the power button. '11:11' the time was stated on the phone's homescreen.
"Yeah, I do. Something should happen to those souls, right?" Harry replied, a small smile on his face.
"Wish I could reincarnate into a fantasy novel. It would've been better than this hell hole." Harry blurted out.
A smile formed on John's face. "Is that so?"
The two fell silent yet again. The sound of the water droplets falling on the windows, the sound of wheels and horns was the only thing Harry could hear.
"What about you, John?" Harry asked.
But a response did not come. Harry looked up, his eyes suddenly widening with horror.
The driver was not there.
Harry reached out towards the steering wheel, but it was too late. The sound of a loud horn of a truck tangled in Harry's ears, and the car was smashed by the side.
People from the outside began screaming at the driver of the truck to stop, and he eventually did. But the body inside was unrecognizable.
His face was mutilated by the broken prices of glass, and his bones were assumed to have shattered on impact.
But most strange was the fact he was the only in the car. And he was found sitting in the back seat.
No driver. It wasn't any kind of self-driving car. Just a normal highscholar killed in a car crash.