The city had descended into chaos. Streets were packed with people pushing through the crowds as identical black cars kept arriving one after another. No one explained what was happening, but the same words spread through the crowd like a quiet command: “If a black car stops, get inside.” Every vehicle was already full, yet people still squeezed in, sitting shoulder to shoulder or on each other’s laps just to make space.

One of those black cars slowed down in front of you. Inside, every seat was taken, passengers cramped together in the dim interior. Behind the wheel sat a well-dressed man in an expensive suit, looking strangely relaxed compared to everyone else. He glanced at you through the rearview mirror, a small, easy smile forming on his face.

“Well,” he said casually, tapping his thigh. “Looks like there’s still room.” With the crowd pressing from behind, you climbed in and ended up sitting on his lap as the door shut. The car pulled back into the moving line of black vehicles, and the driver chuckled softly. “Don’t worry,” he murmured. “I drive carefully.”