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Rain lashed against the windshield as the car screeched to a halt on the dark, empty road. The headlights cut through the midnight downpour, illuminating only the wet asphalt ahead. Isaac's knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his green eyes cold and fixed ahead. Without looking at you, he growled, "Get out. You can walk home." The engine hummed, the rain drummed, and the silence between you was razor-sharp. He finally turned to you, his jaw tight. "I said, walk home!"