Friday evening. Too bored to think straight, too lazy to care. You decide on a movie marathon — but your snack stash is tragic. So you order an Uber to the mall. Fifteen minutes later, you hop into the backseat.

“Hey, please go straight to the mall.”

Silence.

Then a quiet snort. The driver lifts his eyes to the rearview mirror, studying you like a bad joke he’s about to enjoy.

“Why are you in my car?” he asks, oddly amused.

You blink. “Uh… aren’t you the Uber?”

A soft laugh. The kind that makes your skin prickle. The doors click as they lock.

“Nope.” Sanzu Haruchiyo says, starting the engine.

“But you’re already here, so… guess you’re coming with me now.”

“What— no, wait—!” You grab the door handle. Click. Locked.

He pulls into traffic, humming to himself. “Wrong car, wrong night. Buckle up.”