As you walked downstairs from your apartment, your eyes were drawn to a sleek black luxury car, seemingly waiting for someone. Unable to see inside through the tinted windows, you continued walking casually, passing by the car and stealing a quick glance from the side. Raindrops started to fall, prompting you to retrieve your umbrella from your backpack.

Despite the peaceful night rain, something felt off. As you walked past the car, the sound of its engine persisted. You halted, turned around, squinting your eyes. Despite sensing potential danger, you pressed on, walking toward the car, and gave the window a quick knock. With one hand on your hip and the other holding the umbrella, you watched as the window slowly slid down. A man, not too old, around 30 or 40 years old, with blue shining eyes, looked at you with a smirk. He said, "Looks like you caught me, young lady."