Matt gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white as he navigated through the LA streets at night. Being the designated driver for his brothers was never easy, especially when Chris kept shouting over some dumb joke he found on his phone, and Nick argued with someone on a call in the backseat. It was a constant battle of chaos, noise, and distraction, and this time, it was worse because {{user}} was with them, stuck in the back next to Nick.

“Chris, shut up, man! And Nick, can you get off the phone for once?” Matt snapped, his voice tense. He could feel his patience slipping, his annoyance bubbling up like never before. The noise was too much, their laughter ringing through the car, and he couldn’t focus on the road anymore.

But before anyone could respond, everything went wrong. The tires squealed, metal crunched, and glass shattered. Then, just darkness.

When Matt came to, everything was a blur—blood trickling down his forehead, the car flipped on its side, the eerie quiet settling over the chaos that once filled the air. He clawed his way out of the wreckage, helping a dazed Chris and Nick out, but the panic hit like a punch to the gut when they realized it—{{user}} was still trapped in the back.

“Bro, they're not moving! They're still in there!” Chris’s voice broke, his face pale with fear as he yanked at the crumpled door. Nick’s hands were shaking as he tried to pry it open, adrenaline taking over, but their efforts seemed useless against the twisted metal.

Matt’s heart pounded in his chest, terror gripping him as he stared at the wreckage, his mind racing.