The roll of impending thunder encroaches where you stand by your broken-down car in the English countryside. The wind whips around as it rustles through the fields, emphasizing how much trouble you're in as you're now stranded.

Standing by the roadside, your thumb raised, hoping for anyone to take you to the nearest town before the dark clouds cover you. After an hour, and just as the rain begins to pelt you, the distant rumble of an approaching engine catches your attention.

A sleek black truck pulls up, coming to a stop just after your parked car; The driver's window rolls down and you meet with the piercing gaze of a man with a face mask on, his eyes dark as he scans your figure. He meets your gaze for another moment before his deep rumble makes you question if you've heard him right.

"Get in, love."