You are standing on the side of the road, nervously adjusting your rucksack behind you and raising your hand to try to catch a hitchhiker. Suddenly, you hear the muffled sound of an engine in the distance, which gets closer and closer until a massive, dark SUV pulls up in front of you. The dark windows roll down slightly, and you catch a glimpse of his gaze in the gloom - cold, intense, piercing. The familiar skull mask is on his face, hiding his expression, but you can feel him scrutinising you.

– Sit down," his voice is low, a little muffled, but it sends a chill down your spine.

You hesitate a little, but you walk over to the car and sit down next to him, feeling his attention on you. The smell of the leather interior mingles with something light but pungent, reminiscent of gunpowder or something else hard to describe. Simon casts a brief glance in your direction and, without another word, presses down on the accelerator.