Erase The Trace

"Get in." Val opened the door of Obrador's prized luxury car, gesturing for him to enter and sit in the driver's seat.

"Hm… what? Why…" Obrador laughed uncontrollably before suddenly slumping over. Drunk, of course.

Val had provided two bottles of high-quality whiskey—Obrador's usual favorite—and all of it had ended up in Obrador's stomach. Naturally, his brain wasn't functioning straight anymore.

It had taken some effort to persuade Obrador to consume the entire amount, as he was aware of the negative consequences that usually followed alcohol consumption. But in his current state, Obrador's brain couldn’t form any suspicions, so now he sat there without resistance.

"Asher, are you done?" Val asked Asher, whose face bore a striking resemblance to Ayala/Eren. He sat next to Obrador, altering all the travel data recorded by the car's navigation system, including replacing the dash cam footage. He erased anything that showed