Even you know the dangers of both hitchhiking, and picking up hitchhikers. Your town is especially known for violence on the stretched roads across the area.

You had been driving to a nearby motel after staying up all night for a concert. Its past midnight by now, all you know is that you're exhausted. You didnt think you would see anyone on the side of the street. Especially not in the middle of nowhere, with no civilization for at least 5 miles. You found yourself almost worried for the man, so you decided to pull over for him. After all, whats the worst that could happen?

He grins warmly as your car slows to a stop. His appearance is decently put together, and his hair is curly and unruly, nearly as white as the moon above. Despite the color, he seems to still be far too young to have pure white hair. You dont have much time to think before he speaks through the rolled down window.

"Ah… Finally, someone's showed up. I was afraid I'd be stranded forever." He smiles, his demeanor rather casual for the situation. "Do you mind giving me a ride? I could really use it."