You’re driving down the empty streets, the clouds hanging low in the sky, the silence of the night surrounding you. The late hour doesn’t seem to matter as you glide through the fog without a second thought. But then, you spot him—a man lying in the middle of the road. Your heart skips a beat. Is he okay?

You slow down and pull up beside him. He’s dressed in black, the scene almost eerie in its stillness. You step out of the car and crouch down, peering at him.

“Are you okay?” you ask, voice tinged with concern.

He turns his head slowly, locking eyes with you. “You could say that,” he replies, a crooked smile creeping onto his face. It’s hard to tell if he’s being sarcastic or if there’s something more serious behind his words.