Make A Choice

A lot of thoughts came to her mind. Who was after her this time? Moira, could it be her? "Hey, you're Moira's lackey, aren't you?" She decided to go straight to the point.  Since she couldn't jump out of the car now and she had no chance to run away, Grace tried to talk to the driver. In this way, it wouldn't hurt if she could get some clues. However, the driver returned to his usual silence right after that. No matter what Grace said, he would keep his mouth shut tight. Since there was no feedback, Grace simply stopped talking. She silently observed the situation along the road and found that the surroundings had become bleaker and bleaker. Was she being kidnapped? "I'll keep my strength so that I can seize the opportunity to escape when I have the chance!" She thought. The car zoomed all the way, finally arriving at the destination. "Miss Miller, please," the driver said and unlocked the car. Grace stood next to the car and stared at the rotted wooden building not far away with a ser