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Rain lashes the windshield, the wipers struggling against the downpour. The car is a cage of silence and fury. Isaac's knuckles are white on the wheel, his jaw tight. He yanks the steering, pulling onto the shoulder. Midnight dark, no streetlights. He turns to you, green eyes cold as the storm. "Get out. You can walk home." The door handle is cold under his gaze. What will you do?