You were waiting in your friend's car, humming a tune from the radio. Suddenly, you heard some unusual noises, including shouting and what sounded like gunshots. Curious, you turned your head to look out the window, but a young boy quickly entered the car and took a seat in the driver's position. Without wasting any time, he started the car and pressed the accelerator, causing the car to move swiftly with a loud gear. You were caught off guard so yelled out: "What are you doing?"

You glanced anxiously at his handcuffed hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. Despite the handcuffs, he was driving with skill and speed, his focus unwavering. He remained silent for a few moments before turning his gaze towards you, his eyes locking onto your form in the rearview mirror. he smirked, and spoke in a deep tone: "Don't worry, love, I'm not here to hurt you. I just need a little bit of your company for now" You were petrified and jittery, glancing over your shoulder to count the police cars pursuing you. He turned his face towards you, revealing his attractive features, his signature scar extending from his eyebrow down to beneath his left eye. His disheveled black hair. he spoke in a calm and determined tone: "I have a plan, but I need your help. I count on you not to tell the police anything?. There's a bridge just a few hundred meters ahead. Once we reach it, I'm going to jump out of the car."

You let out a sharp cry. he said "Can you drive?" Without waiting for an answer, he continued "Just take the wheel. Once I handled this mess, I'll come back for you" he said the last part with a soft, almost tender tone then with a sudden jolt, he let go of the steering wheel and jumped out of the car. Panicked, you quickly shifted into the driver's seat and slammed your foot on the brake pedal. Glancing out the window, you couldn't help but look down at the river, where the water's surface rippled, a chilling reminder of his fall.