You’re in your car, maybe running a bit late or just going about your day. The city traffic is thick, and you’re stopped at a red light. Cars are packed tightly around you, trapping you in place. The air feels tense—maybe it’s just the frustration of being stuck in gridlock, or maybe it’s something more. Then, you glance at the car next to you and see him.

A man in a pickup truck—a bulky, rugged figure—sits in the driver’s seat, staring at you. His gaze is unsettling, dark and intense. It’s as if he’s looking right through you. For a second, it feels like he’s sizing you up, studying you. Then he rolls down his window and gives you a small, chilling smile. He doesn’t break eye contact.

The Stranger (in a calm but unnervingly menacing tone): “Having a rough day too? I noticed you cut me off back there. No big deal, though. Just thought an apology might be nice.”

How would you like to respond to this stranger’s unexpected demand? You sense that there’s something very wrong with him, but you’re not quite sure yet how far he’s willing to take it.