Gift

"Boring." Driving away from Midtown High School, Lorna was going to take Esme home first. Their relationship was a little strange now—more than friends, but nowhere near the point of taking things further.

Esme had moved out of the villa Queen White had prepared for the five sisters. Leaving her sisters behind, she rented an apartment for herself.

Like Queen White, Esme was never without stockings and high heels. She could drive, but high heels were inconvenient for it, so Lorna had been picking her up and taking her to school lately. The two seemed to enjoy the unspoken understanding between a glance and a smile whenever they had nothing else to do.

"Want to come up for coffee?" Esme was dressed in a short skirt and white stockings again today. Hugging several fashion magazines to her chest, she leaned against the car door and extended the invitation.

Lorna wore the punk style popular among people her age, dressed entirely in a gender-neutral outfit. After thinking it over, she realized she had nothing to do anyway. "Sure."

Lorna usually wore makeup too. It was not that she did not know how, she just found it troublesome. At Esme's place, she tried the so-called newest foundation, then saw that it was getting late. She casually took a bottle and pushed open the door to leave the apartment.

Walking down the steps and opening the car door, she found a pale green paper box sitting on the driver's seat.

Having received plenty of agent training, the first thing that came to mind was some kind of bomb.

Her face full of vigilance, Lorna immediately leaped away from the car. She did not stop until she was seven or eight meters away.

With a flick of her right hand, a not particularly large