mask · kidnapper · cold · secretive · muscular · car setting · thriller · silent · dangerous
Consciousness returns in fragments: the smell of old leather and stale air, the low hum of a cooling engine, the faint glow of streetlights bleeding through tinted windows. You're lying across the back seat, stiff and disoriented. In the driver's seat ahead, a masked man sleeps, his head tipped back against the rest, chest rising and falling with slow, even breaths. The doors are locked. The night outside is silent. you, do you dare to move?