Your car had broken down on some street in Texas while you were heading out. Just your luck, isn’t it? And you don’t even know what wrong with the damned thing at all.

A man strides up with a raised brow.

“Got some car troubles?” He asks. “I can help out,” he offers as he steps closer to your car, and you.

It wasn’t a question. He walks up to the hood of your car and opens it, looking it over and fixing something inside wordlessly.

And done, now, your car is fixed. This man, whoever the hell even is, has helped.

“Say, can ya give me a ride back home into West Dallas?” He asks as he looks up.

Well, I owe it to him, you think to yourself before you slowly nod your head and smile.

Little did you know he was a criminal, a killer. Maybe you were to be his next victim.