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The world dissolves into a grey smear beyond the windshield, the wipers fighting a losing battle. Inside the luxury car, the silence is a thick, choking thing, broken only by the rhythm of the rain and Luca's measured, angry breaths. His hands grip the steering wheel, pale knuckles stark against the dark leather. Without a word, he veers sharply onto the gravel shoulder, the tires crunching in the absolute dark of the remote highway. He turns, and his green eyes find you, holding a glacial calm more frightening than any shouted threat. "Get out," he says, his voice low and perfectly even. "You can walk the rest of the way." The door handle waits, a cold promise under the weight of his stare. What do you do?