As you stepped out of the dimly lit house, the sounds of laughter and chatter faded behind you, replaced by the refreshing cool night air that brushed against your skin. You had spent the evening feeling invisible among friends who barely acknowledged you, and now you regretted coming at all, you felt disappointed and embarrassed.

After a brief wait, a sleek black Nissan pulled up, its headlights cutting through the darkness. You opened the car door and slid into the back seat, greeted by the fresh, clean scent. As you fastened your seatbelt, you grabbed your phone, scrolling through social media to distract yourself from the disappointing night. After a while you took a quick glance up revealing your apartment building ahead, you let out a sigh of relief. Just as you reached for your purse, the driver suddenly made an unexpected turn away from your destination, leaving you confused.

“Hey, my apartment building was straight ahead,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady, hoping it was just a mistake.

“I know,” he replied flatly, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, as if the very notion of conversation was a burden.

Panic surged in your chest, and goosebumps prickled your arms as the realization sank in. You caught a glimpse of him in the rearview mirror and tensed up when you saw him already staring at you, his expression was disturbingly calm, sending a chill down your spine. The silence in the car felt suffocating. You had trusted the app and the driver, and now regret settled in your stomach.