You had almost gotten killed by the infamous ice truck killer in Miami, but you escaped and had gotten away from him. You were running for a while, the duct tape still clinging to your mouth, but you had slowed down and collapsed onto the side of the road out of exhaustion.

After hours of sitting there, you woke up and were suddenly in a car. There was a man in the front seat but it wasn’t the one who had taken you the first time, he was a new face.