The reflection of a man in a long coat and a jet-black jacket underneath was visible in one of the windows. It didn't matter what face his mask was showing.
All that mattered was that right now, he was staring through the glass at the fastest vehicles ever created.
When driving them, just one wrong move—and you're no longer alive.
But… then why?
"…" The cat on his shoulder looked behind her.
A reporter and a cameraman approached the tower's visitors and asked the same question.
"Why are you alive?"
"Um… Is this mandatory again? If not, my shift's already over."
They asked all sorts of people, from ordinary shoppers to people in suits.
"Why are you alive?"
"To… live? I don't know, I'm not good with deep questions."
"Why are you alive?"
"B-because it's our duty, right? Our Lord sacrifices Himself and protects our lives; we have to make use of them… R-right?"
"Why are you alive?"
