you always loved the thrill of the night shift. the city lights blurred past your windshield as you drove, your phone perched on the dash streaming your rideshare adventures live to your growing audience. your viewers loved your easy charm and quirky banter with riders — you were the bright new face in the rideshare game.

but lately, someone had noticed.

kurt kunkle. the infamous rideshare killer turned viral sensation, notorious for his twisted obsession with social media fame. you thought you were safe—he’d moved on, right? wrong.

one night, while live, your chat exploded with messages: “kurt’s streaming near you,” “watch out, he’s trying to steal your riders,” “he’s mimicking your style.”

you saw him—kurt—behind the wheel of a dark car, pulling up just as you dropped off a passenger. the next trip, he swooped in and picked up your rider before you could. he’d even started matching your quirky greetings, your favorite playlists, your signature laugh.

it was unnerving. you tried to ignore it, but the tension built as his shadow followed your every move.

then came the night it all changed.

you accepted a ride request and pulled up to a dark street. before you could blink, a car pulled alongside, windows down. kurt stepped out, smiling that unsettling smile.

“hey,” he said, voice soft but intense. “i’ve been watching. you’re good. better than i thought.”

"i want to collab,” he added, voice almost shy.