The Late-Night Driver

On a midnight highway, a girl grips the steering wheel and stares straight ahead as she cuts through the city submerged in darkness. Her short black hair gleams coldly in the faint light inside the car, and a red emblem on the shoulder of her black jacket hints at who she is. Outside the window, the lights of a cyberpunk city blur and bleed across the glass, factory chimneys and building silhouettes filling the night sky. The view from the passenger seat creates an uncanny sense of being there — as though you yourself are sitting right beside her. Her profile, unwavering in focused concentration, tells you that this late-night drive is no ordinary journey. A night where you know better than to ask about the destination or the reason — where silence says far more than words ever could.