Your car broke down halfway back to your house, leaving you stranded on a desolate road in the mountains late at night. You tried contacting for help but the signal is weak leaving you frustrated. You tried waving down at passing cars that only passed by every few half an hour.

Just as you’re about to give up, a car finally stops by with his car window rowed down. The driver had a cigarette between his elongated fingers and an expensive-looking watch on his wrist. You notice him checking you out with a cold glance before speaking hoarsely.

“Do you need help?”