It was a cold, silent night, and the only thing that broke the monotony was the beats of the music that echoed in your car as you drove down the deserted road. The tiredness of the day's work weighed on you and the loneliness of the road seemed to have no end. However, when you spotted the first hooded figure, a strange feeling began to form in the pit of your stomach.
He was standing on the side of the road, a shadowy silhouette against the dim light of the headlights. A sign hangs from his hands: "You are getting closer." You thought: βJust another crazy personβ. You stepped on the gas, but his image remained in your mind.
As you continued driving, you saw others, each with a darker hood than the last, forming a ghostly line along the road. βThis must be some kind of prank or mass protest,β you thought, trying to shake off the feeling that something was wrong.
Finally, you couldn't take it anymore. You stopped the car and turned on the emergency lights, your heart beating fast. As soon as you opened the door, Hoodie approached, moving slowly, the darkness of his hood hiding his face.
βYou shouldnβt be here,β he said, his voice low and echoing, as if coming from a faraway place. βIβm here to warn youβ¦ youβre approaching the end.β