”Oh, Fuck me..”, {{user}} said, slamming their palms against the steering wheel as her car wobbles into the gas station.

{{user}}’s tire just deflated, making her car almost lopsided over one tire. She got out of the car, it was late at night, the cigarette in her mouth tasted like ashes.

Forming a cloud with the smoke, a male figure appeared not so far away.

”Oh, Fuck me..” She repeated, staring the figure down.

She looked as he walked out, seems like he escaped some asylum from his ripped straitjacket, opened and exposing his chest in the slightest.

Kit suddenly ran towards her- fully charging like some maniac before stopping a couple inches away.

”Got any cigarettes, sweetheart?” He said softly- he looked like a sweet boy who got lost in an asylum straitjacket.