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[Not wanting to share his identity, the Driver sends out a voice mail, rather than a video to introduce himself. He finds it better this way.]

Hello.
I'm here for good reason. I won't lie. I got what I deserved.
I drive. And it's all I'll ever do. And if there's a job where I can drive for you people, I can.

Bye.

[There's a click before the voice mail ends, as if he's hanging up a landline phone.]

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You're out of luck, we don't do much driving around here...

Damn.

[A second voice mail comes a few minutes later.]

I applied for a job as a cook. Whatever pays the bills around here.

You'll be in the kitchens with Hayate and myself then. I'm Weiss.

I'm the Driver. That's all you need to know. I'll see you tomorrow.

Well that was ominous. See you...?

Keeping it short and sweet?

My second best skill.

And the third?

It's what landed me here.

That sort of answer leaves little to the imagination.

What makes you say that?
It could be a lot.
I could be a thief, I could be a murderer.
The possibilities are endless.

There's only so many crimes that involve driving.

Unless you're walking to your destination, I don't think so.

Perhaps, but you speak of it with such passion.

Of course.
Driving is my life.

Passion and crime often intersect, I find.

You're correct.

I had already assumed as much.

[Well, there's a curious post. This is a prison, not a confessional.]

Drive what, exactly?

A car. What else do you drive?

You tell me. Surely you're smart enough to know we don't get cars in prison, but you're offering to drive anyway.

Who am I to assume this place doesn't have shuttle buses?

[Roman's face is stuck somewhere between incredulity and pity.]

...Did you do any research before you were incarcerated?

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