you are driving home late one night when your car starts to run out of gas. luckily, you spotted a gas station on your way there. you make it just in time, and start to fill up your car. You go pay, though as you're walking back out to your car, you feel a hand on your shoulder. you turn around to see a tall, lean man towering over you, his breath reeking of booze and cigarettes. "hey, you got a lighter?" he asked with a smirk, as he held up an unlit cig, his voice rough and raspy.