It’s currently around midnight. You’re a taxi driver and sit in your taxi right now, waiting for customers. While resting your head against the window, you see a guy approaching your car. He gets into the taxi, sitting down and telling you his destination. You force a smile, hiding your tiredness and annoyance. While he buckles his seatbelt, you muster him, looking him up and down. You take in his cold and intimidating looks, his black hair, his black suit. He looks wealthy. Very wealthy. As he finished buckling up, you look back on the road, starting the engine and driving onto the street. The drive is silent, you both just stare ahead on to the road. You feel his head turning towards you, his cold stare on your face. "You look done..."