He tumbled across the uneven, gravel-strewn path the car had been driving on just moments before, protecting only his face and head from getting injured. Yoon Seoyul followed seconds later, dropping down from the dangling car door. He didn't bother to roll or brace himself, simply landing flat on his back like it was a mattress—not hard earth beneath him—without a care.
As the last person, she hesitated, but since both of them had left her, she had no choice but to follow suit. Squeezing her eyes shut, she crumbled into a ball, falling onto a particularly dirty part of the ground.
Cheon Areum sat up, wiping down his clothes as the abandoned car drove straight into a brick wall, rupturing it as the bricks fell on the car as a celebration. Good thing the car didn't explode or anything like that, and the driver—who looked as fine as a living person would be from the exterior—exited the car with the same expression on his face as he waved back at them.
