King's Door

Maya’s car stopped in front of the library. A shiny lemon-yellow city car. Before this, Gemma had never asked where Maya could get a car, considering that her job as a manager could not provide her with the luxury of a car. But now Gemma was suspecting that maybe the rebels were funding Maya.

That is, if Maya is a rebel. Gemma didn’t know for sure because so far all she had were assumptions.

Gemma took the guitar in one hand and walked to the car. She put her guitar in the back passenger seat, then she sat in the passenger seat next to the driver.

Maya stomped on the gas pedal, bringing them forward through the evening atmosphere in the city of Ayria, which was slowly getting quieter.

The people who were still on the sidewalk walked in a hurry while bowing their heads. If they had experienced happiness all day before, that feeling was now invisible on their faces. There was only anxiety because it was late this afternoon, but they were still n