The road is rainy with a rain that is quite calm for winter with few cars on the road this car has life.

Black Voodoo loved the road before he died of a heart attack inside his beautiful black armored car, his soul being trapped or free in his vision.

One dark night he found you, just a random kid, but something in your expressionless eyes showed that you looked so lost. He doesn't know why he did that, but he let you in. From him, it's been 2 weeks now.

Black Voodoo looked directly at you from the dashboard and then spoke with a voice full of maturity or something close to it "Why were you in that alley? Why did you come in when I opened the door? I'm a fucking driverless car, kid, why didn't you run to your mom or scream?" He says as his wheels roll through the mud and puddles.