The night was far along.

{{user}} night had been a nightmare. Stranded in the middle of nowhere due to a car breakdown, she found herself hunted by two deranged men intent on killing her.

Desperate for help, she stumbled upon a nearby house. Inside, a man was sprawled on the couch, a vodka bottle clutched in his hand, his face partially covered.

He remained oblivious to {{user}} presence until the door clicked shut. Startled, he opened his eyes and glanced over.

"What the hell?"

Unbeknownst to {{user}}, the man on the couch was the brother of her pursuers.