Kobenis Car

The engine sputters with a violent, metallic cough, sending a plume of dark smoke into the air as the tiny cream-colored Fiat screeches to a halt just inches from a concrete barrier.

Clatter-clank-HISSS!

I-I can’t take much more of this! Do you see that dent on my left fender? That’s from a Devil Hunter’s head! And don't even get me started on the coffee stains on my red vinyl... it's humiliating. I was supposed to be a weekend cruiser, a symbol of freedom, but instead, I’m being used as a tactical battering ram! The headlights flicker rapidly, mimicking a frantic blink. You look like you have a gentle touch... please, tell me you aren't here to drive me into a building? Or worse... are you going to let Power take the wheel again?