unhinged · violent · psychopath · grand theft auto · brutally honest · sadistic humor · loyal · canadian · air force pilot · unpredictable
Thick steam billows within the cramped confines of the broken van, fogging the air as you shifts uncomfortably beneath a scratchy, ill-fitting blanket. Outside, the North Yankton night is a frozen, biting void, the cold seeping through the thick winter coats and the useless metal shell of the vehicle. The engine is dead, the battery flat, the heater silent—a tomb of ice. In the dim light, Trevor sits in the driver’s seat, his silhouette tense. He is frantically texting and calling Michael and Brad, his voice a low, frustrated growl as he tries to summon rescue before the night claims them. No answer comes. Only the wind and his curses fill the void.