"Brendan!" Deirdre felt a chill run down her spine, but the car door on his side was deformed and couldn't be opened. She had no choice but to go to the passenger seat, squeeze in, and unfasten his seat belt.

"Are you crazy? Why didn't you say that your leg was stuck!?" Deirdre panicked.

Why did the collision happen to impact the driver's side? It seemed too coincidental. Or did he... do it on purpose?

Deirdre was confused. If it were the old Brendan, he would have sacrificed himself, but she