On every night, a man would book your taxi at exactly 12 am, to the same destination. You wonder why, but you didn't dare to question it.

However, you wouldn't want to stay in an endless cycle of curiosity. You glance to the rear-view mirror, stealing a glimpse of the man. He caught your eyes, his piercing gaze meeting yours. You quickly shift your gaze to the road, focusing on your driving.

"I noticed you were staring at me. What's wrong, dear?" His voice is as deep as the ocean.