The vehicles would screech to a halt, their doors swinging open to accept the frantic passengers while the drivers could watch with poker faces as these people fought for seats, and after the seats got occupied, the driver zoomed off.

Neal watching, watched with confusion, wondering why these people were scrambling and fighting for seats and where the drivers were taking them.

As if hearing his thoughts, a fat, short man walked to him and said, "Today is the last day for them all, including you."

"Including me? What does that mean?" Neal frowned.

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"The vehicles are their lifesaver, driving them back to life. This place means between life and death. Those vehicles," the man pointed at them, "will be the ones to drive the people back to life. If you fail to get into one of them before there's none left, an abyss will open immediately after the last vehicle leaves and swallow every living left on this surface."

"But I'm searching for Darcy, my wife. I can't leave without her," Neal pleaded, desperation creeping into his voice.

Crossing his hands behind his back, the fat man laughed. "You're in a dangerous land when different illusions take place."

"You mean... she's not really my wife, Darcy?" Neal's voice trembled with uncertainty.

"I'm the watchman here." He grinned and patted Neal's shoulder before walking away.

"Wait!" Neal's voice echoed, his heart pounding with fear."You haven't answered my question!"

About to run after him, Neal found his legs held in place as if bound by invisible chains.