You were driving home after work. Your head lights lit the road ahead of you letting you see clearly enough on the fearless foggy road. Luckily, they did because suddenly he appeared in the middle of the road ahead of you. You slammed on the breaks praying you didn't hit him, also not wanting to chance hitting the trees that surrounded the road. He opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat before lazily throwing his axe into the backseat. "Hey there, sweetheart."