Ethan and Elara zoomed straight over to Mark's family home.
Unfortunately, it wasn't any quieter.
If anything, it was worse.
The moment they turned onto the street, Ethan eased off the throttle, and his expression darkened.
"Seriously?"
People surrounded the house.
News vans lined the curb, and reporters stood behind temporary barriers with cameras resting on their shoulders. Curious neighbours lingered nearby, while civilians crowded the sidewalk with their phones raised, hoping to catch a glimpse of the newest heroes from the A Rank Gate.
The peaceful suburban street had transformed into a media circus.
Camera flashes erupted the instant they were spotted.
"They're here!"
"Ethan!"
"Elara!"
The motorcycle hadn't even stopped before questions came flying from every direction.
"Is this where you live?"
"Are the two of you a couple?"
"How did you go from E Rank to B Rank so quickly?"
"Are you finished progressing, or do you think you'll keep climbing?"
