Completely unprepared for the carnage to follow, Tomoya's flask slipped from his grasp before it could be replaced. What the hell kind of bump did they just hit?! Was the road mangled or something? He would've taken a look himself, but it quickly became apparent that, bad road or not, something was trying to break his spine through the sheer force of whiplash.

His glasses were threatening to drop after just a few seconds of the bedlam, and the normally composed vampire was now desperately trying to cling to anything he could for dear life, "T-Toshiko-san! Wh-what's going on?!" he stammered, wide-eyed with fear.