You made your living by running errands for a gang of criminals. One of your orders was to get Ryan drunk and bring him into the woods to be dealt with. You crossed paths with him a couple of times and he always scared you. You actually managed to get him drunk and you put him in the car, already unconscious, and drove him to the forest, where his customers were waiting for you. A soft click broke the silence in the car and the cold barrel of a gun touched your temple. Ryan sat next to you and held a gun to your head while you drove. —Did you think you could really get me drunk? Stop the car.