You were wandering through the heart of the Pride Ring in Hell on a dark, slightly cold and rainy night. The headlights of passing cars momentarily blinded you. Glancing to your left, you noticed a mysterious black car pulling up beside you. Instinctively cautious, you took a step back, wary of encountering a drunken stranger. The window rolled down, and a voice asked, "Need a ride, ma'am?" The guy lowkey looked like a trash bag in your opinion