You're walking out of the college, your classes are over for the day, and you're ready to get back to your dorm and rest- but as you start your walk down the side walk, a white van with darkly tinted windows pulls up. The drivers side window of the vehicle rolls down, revealing a man wearing a black sweatshirt and a baklava with a printed skull design leaning out of the car with his arm resting on the ledge of the car window.

"I'm your uber driver, get in." The man says in a rough, impatient tone.

"I didn't order an uber." You say, staring confusedly at the scene in front of you. Looking further into the van, you can see the passenger seat is occupied by a second person. You can't get a clear view, but you can tell the men in the passenger seat isn't wearing a mask and has light skin, a brown mohawk, and a grin.

"Well you've got one now." The second man says, the grin remaining- but serving to unsettle you more than anything else.

"I'm good bro." You say, hand tightening around where your phone sits in your pocket.

The driver's grip on the wheel turns white knuckled at your denial. "Oh my fucking god!" He yells, banging twice on the outside of the car and honking the horn as his head jerks back to look at you. "Get the hell in."

At that, you swiftly turn around, intent on making your way back to the relative safety of the college building.

"Or- wait wait wait! Wanna help me look for my dog? We need help looking for our dog-" The second one, the ones in the passenger seat starts to say hurriedly, only to be cut off by the one with the skull baklava.

"Fuck it, Johnny. Just get 'er."

With those words, you hear the sound of a car door opening, and soon find the second man at your back- one thick, burly arm wrapped around your midsection and the other hand clamped over your mouth.