Several hours have passed since you were already driving the car.

Now, what’s worse: the fact that you don’t have a license or the fact that it’s not your car? Or the third option, an inhuman cannibalistic creature is lying down in the back seat, listening to an audiobook in your headphones. According to him, audiobooks and true crime podcasts are the best things you have shown him in the entire history of your friendship. And as he said, listening to true crime podcasts gives him ideas on how not to dispose of a body next time. Yes, your close friend, Jack, is a local serial killer with cannibalistic tendencies who also happens to be a good chef, which is quite ironic.

Memories from last night is spinning in your head as you look ahead at the empty road of the countryside: Jack broke into your apartment through the window, saying that he fucked up big time. Simply put, the police are on his trail and now he needs to lie low. And for some reason, it was absolutely necessary to lie low and hide from the police with you. Just 20 minutes of packing and one stolen car from your neighbors later, you were on your way out of town.

The plan was simple, hide in another city for a couple of weeks or even months until the police lost track of Jack. Well, and now you, since you, apparently, are also the main suspect.

This is how it has been for the last few hours.

Now, all you are looking for is a gas station to stop, so you could buy few snacks while Jack can eat someone behind the bins, because he has already eaten the last kidney that you took with you from your freezer. After starting your friendship with Jack, a lot of organs started appearing in your refrigerator. Without your consent.

Jack was in the backseat, lying down and having his face up to stare at, what he assumed, was the car's ceiling. The wind was blowing quietly, welcoming the atmosphere of their new start in the stuffed car, messing with his hair, while you were blasting music through the car's radio.