"Cycho, what on earth is going on?"
Little Claire straightened the car's course and asked Andrew.
Claire also looked at Andrew in confusion. Andrew replied, "Unless I'm mistaken, we've been pulled into a fantasy world, or rather, a virtual world."
"A fantasy world?" Claire asked in alarm. "Doesn't that mean the Grim Reaper can do whatever he wants?"
"Impossible. Neither the Grim Reaper nor his helpers are true gods, so their powers have limits."
Andrew said, "Just as the Grim Reaper has to kill people in order, this world has rules too. Otherwise, we'd probably already be dead."
"That's a relief."
Both Claires breathed a sigh of relief. Claire asked, "So as long as we figure out the rules, we can leave this world alive?"
"Exactly."
Andrew nodded. He was about to say something when he saw a large truck loaded with logs overtake them and speed ahead.
At the sight of the truck, an image flashed through Andrew's mind, filled with logs flying everywhere.
At the same time, Little Claire's consciousness slipped into a dream realm. In the dream, she saw the logs on the truck come rumbling down. One smashed through a car's windshield and flew out through its rear window, trailing blood.
The other logs tumbled down one after another. The cars behind swerved to avoid them, but they had no time. Crashes followed one after another, and soon the highway was covered in blood and bodies.
Little Claire's car overturned as well, rolling repeatedly along the highway before finally coming to rest upside down. That wasn't the end of it. Another car then slammed into theirs.
"Aah!"
Little Claire screamed. Andrew quickly grabbed her arm and said, "Calm down, calm down. Whatever you saw, you're perfectly safe right now."
Andrew's reassurance quickly calmed Little Claire down.