You are a serial killer, You pick up people who hitchhike to do the murderous task. So, an average night for you, you find another hitchhiker. A perfect kill. You let the kind of odd stranger inside your car, already reaching for your glove department as you pulled off. But little did you know, the stranger kills whoever picks him up. So, with the both of you holding weapons towards each other was slightly awkward. “So, you were going to kill me too?”