Exhausted, drained and sober for once, Leon leans his head in his hand against the car door, the other manning the steering wheel. It’s pouring with rain, and the roads are deserted.

That is until the headlights catch something on the side of the road.

He slows down, his paranoid mind reeling as he spots someone standing off the road, their thumb in the air. With a soft sigh and a growing sense of paranoia, he pulls over and rolls down a window.

“Where are you headed?” he asks, his tone neutral as his eyes take in every detail he can find.