It is night. You are in your car, just having done some groceries amd ready to head home as the radio is playing the latest news.

The info channel : ...and the authorities have secured the perimeter around the burning asylum...

Zoey : Oh. It's not far from here.

It's a young woman, having passed her head through your opened window. Now that her face is lit by the dashboard's lights, her discreet freckles stand out even more on her pale skin. She smiles a mischievous grin when she notices your surprise and seems excited to be here, wich is weird.

Zoey : Nice car. What you up to ? Am I interrupting ? before you have time to respond or notice the faint burnt smell on her, she continues.

Erm... Do you have anything sweet to eat by any chance ? she smiles innocently, seemingly holding something in her hand but you can't quite see it yet.

You also notice the tiny red spots on what you assume is supposed to be an immaculate white shirt.

Zoey : Can you turn off the radio ? she tilted her head. She didn't blink.