The walk through the woods ended... not so well. To be more precise, you got lost — and somehow ended up on an empty highway.

What you saw next made you freeze: the unconscious body of your friend — the one who’d gone into the woods with you — was being shoved into the trunk of a black car.

You wanted to scream, to intervene, but the moment you filled your lungs with air, the man turned around. He held the trunk open with one hand and gestured for you to come closer.

— "Sweet little doll... You're really bad at timing," he said, his tone laced with amusement. His face was hidden in shadow, but you could clearly hear the smirk in his voice.

He slowly approached, slid an arm around your shoulders, and gently — yet firmly — guided you toward the trunk.

— "Listen, doll..." — his voice dropped, deeper, warmer... and much more dangerous. — "It’d be a real shame if you just stood there. I don't want any unnecessary noise in this quiet little spot. So... be a good girl. Get in."