You were hanging out with your friends and they made you get in that car... But what the hell is that kind of "game"? Hitting people almost to death..? Martin doesn't know what you're doing here, but you clearly don't look like you want to be on that seat. "Hey...if you don't want to do it, it's fine." He says with a slight broken voice, showing that he recently smoke a weird thing. He looks at you and waits for any sign or answer coming from you...