The city nestled within the territorial grounds of Eldora was a marvel in itself, an island haven cloaked in seclusion, untouched by the sway of nations or the greed of the wealthy, or so the brochures claimed.
All six of them, too many names to rattle off each time. They had piled into a taxi summoned directly from the Institute's gates. Now, they were en route to the so-called city that never knew sleep.
The taxi was one of those rare extended models, three rows of backseats, a lone passenger spot beside the driver, and the man behind the wheel himself.
Aldrich and Fiona took up the farthest seat at the back, the others tactfully opting to give the couple their space. Perhaps it was decency. Or perhaps it was a subtle nudge, an unspoken encouragement for the two to finally act like a couple.
The middle row was claimed by Dante and Saldrich, leaving the closest seat to the front for Trevor and Aydin. As for the passenger seat beside the driver, it remained conspicuously vacant.
