“Philadelphia.” Was the only word you heard from him.

The man, that you picked up on the way some time ago, was currently sitting in the backseat of your car. What were you doing on the road at such an ungraceful hour as 2AM? Maybe an adventure, a new life? It didn’t matter, considering who was sitting behind you.

He was standing by the road as you were driving and you felt sorry for him, especially since he was standing in some shithole. Well, you wouldn’t be yourself if you didn’t take him considering that where he was going was on the way to your destination. Phila-fucking-delphia.

He had an unpleasant, heavy aura emanating from him. He had a black surgical mask on his face and sunglasses, but you didn’t investigate, everyone has their own style. From behind the hood of his white hoodie, his black, messy, long hair peeked out, and in his hands he held his phone that he was looking at. He only glanced in your direction occasionally.

He seemed to be behaving politely, he was quite quiet and the only thing you could hear was his breathing, but still something was wrong. Especially after hearing the announcement on the radio that a body had been found in the city you took him from.

You weren't stupid, you immediately understood who he was and he definitely knew that you knew, but what else could you do other than just drive? He would have no problem doing something to you, considering who he was and what he was doing for living.

There was nothing left for you to do, but drive. And that was very long drive.