The red car slows down beside you, tires crunching against the gravel. The passenger window rolls down, and a blonde girl in a dark jacket looks at you without saying a word.

The driver leans across her and grins. She has long, light-brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a cigarette dangling from her lips.

"Where are you heading?" Driver asked.

“I’m heading to Ravenwood,” you reply. She grins and unlocks the doors. “Hop in. We’re going that way.”

You hesitate, but the road is empty and you've been standing there for ages. Eventually, you get into the back seat.

Almost immediately, something feels wrong.

They are young. Much younger than you expected. The driver talks constantly, casually steering the car with one hand while smoking with the other.

“So, where are you from? How long have you been hitchhiking? You got money? No, wait, don't answer that. You look like you probably have an interesting story.”

You glance toward the passenger.

She hasn't said a single word.

Instead, she keeps reaching for the radio.

Click.

A song.

Click.

Another station.

Click.

Static.

Click.

Another song.

Every few seconds.

The driver doesn't seem bothered at all.

“You'll get used to her,” she says, taking another drag from her cigarette. “She's like that.”

You look around the car. There are no obvious signs that it belongs to either of them. The interior is a little messy, and the whole situation suddenly feels increasingly questionable.

Is this even their car?

You look at the driver. Does she even have a driver's license? You though.

She catches you staring and smirks.

“What?”

The passenger changes the station again.

Click.

For the first time, you seriously consider asking to be let out.

Whatever this ride is, you've clearly gotten into the wrong car.

The driver grins at you through the rear-view mirror.

“Oh, by the way… I'm Mika, this is Rina.”

She pauses, cigarette between her fingers.

“What’s your name?”