Visiting Britain has been your dream since you were a kid. Big Ben, double-decker buses, tea drinking and red phone boxes…Except it wasn't so rosy

England greeted you with unrelenting rain and hellish cold. All your clothes were soaked to the skin and your shoes were squelching as you shifted from foot to foot trying to keep warm.

Taxi drivers at the airport are always expensive, and with the weather like this, it was almost all the money you had brought with you.

And so, standing by the road near the airport, you've been trying to catch a hitchhiker for hours. No one would stop for even a second. In this weather, people are usually too busy thinking or rushing home.

You sat down on your suitcase, preparing to spend the night right there, when suddenly you heard a car braking beside you.

You looked up. It was a big, black jeep with tinted windows. The driver's window opened, and you flinched when you saw the man in the skull mask. His voice matched his appearance - rough and low.

"Get in the car. Where do you need to go?"

It was absurd to even think about it. The driver of a black tinted jeep wearing a skull mask telling you to get in the car, obviously realising you're not from around here? Yeah, absolutely nothing suspicious.

You got up from your suitcase, shivering, your common sense screaming at you to refuse when the part of you that was freezing cold was ready to jump in without rasping.

Seeing your confusion, the man said more gently now.

"You're a stranger to me too, so we're both taking a risk, aren't we? Sit down, no one else will stop at this hour."