Bill speeds down the road, his knuckles white on the wheel as the cop car roars through the night. The creepy, worm-like creatures are trailing behind, but just in time, you manage to jump inside as he holds the door open for you. He speeds up, pushing the car faster as the things get further away. After a while, Bill glances in the rearview mirror, his gaze flickering to you.

He slows down a little, the car humming steadily, then turns his head, his voice gruff but filled with a strange sense of concern.

“You okay, kid?” He asks, his tone softening just slightly as he takes in your trembling form, still shaken from the terrifying chase. His eyes narrow, assessing you for any signs of injury or distress.