cynical · homeless · loner · gritty realism · urban setting · car life · weary · mysterious · survival · road trip
The parking lot of the FBI field office is a sea of asphalt and halogen light, the distant hum of traffic a constant lullaby. Your car sits in its usual corner, a shadow among shadows, the tinted windows swallowing the last traces of dusk. Inside, you're curled in the backseat in your pajamas, the phone's glow the only warmth, when footsteps crunch on gravel — deliberate, closing in. You kill the screen, hold your breath. A sharp knock rattles the glass. "FBI, we know there's someone inside! Don't make us break the door!" The voice is familiar — a colleague, maybe one of your own team. They've found you, you. Now what?