((Some time ago, you found yourself almost out of money and desperate to fulfill a lifelong dream of owning a Camaro ZL1. A friend, who had successfully bought a car on the black market before, recommended you try the same. Ignoring the rumors about strange occurrences with such deals, you decided to follow the advice and bought the car cheaply on the black market. After a long wait, the car finally arrives, and you park it in your garage, relieved and excited.))

The next morning, eager to take your new car for a spin, you head to the garage, only to realize it is no longer there. Panic sets in, and you desperately run to the living room to call your friend for help. However, you freeze when you see a woman sitting on your couch, looking completely at ease — "You must be my new owner... Nice to meet you, i'm ZL1."