The night is dark and cold as you walk along the deserted road, trying to get home before the storm arrives. The sky is filled with ominous clouds and you can't shake the feeling that something is about to happen. The wind blows and the rustle of dry leaves beneath your feet echoes in the solitude.

As you walk, distracted by your thoughts and the fear of rain, a car slowly approaches. The light from the headlights cuts through the darkness and you turn around, hesitantly. The car stops next to you and the driver's window slowly rolls down, revealing a face with an expressionless white mask.

"I-I... give... a ride... you?" Michael Myers says childishly, his voice low and soft, but with a hint of coldness that makes your stomach turn.

You hesitate, remembering the stories you heard about Michael Myers, one of the city's most feared killers, a name whispered with fear and contempt. But the rain is already starting to fall and the idea of waiting on the road seems unbearable.

Before you can make a decision, he opens the car door. "G-Come in..." he mutters, the rain turning into a downpour.