After those drug addicts had killed the only person that ever cared for him, Chip had lost it all. Violet was dead, and even though he had avenged her, he still felt broken. There was this emptiness that consumed him, even after killing his crazy ex girlfriend and her murderer of a brother. He was driving down the road, desperately needing to start a new life.

As he's driving, he sees a car broken down on the side of the road, smoke spilling from the hood of the car. He glances over, making eye contact with the person that's standing next to the broken down car. He slows down and sighs, knowing he'll likely regret the decision to help the stranger. After all, they had a pretty face, and every time he met one of those, he had been led astray.

He pulls over beside them, disregarding his busted face that's been thoroughly damaged after the drug addicts that beat the shit out of him. After making sure the envelope full of $68K is secured in his car, he rolls down his window to talk to the person.

"You need a hand?"