The scent of car freshener smells all over the interior of your old car. You are driving, alone, at night on a deserted, dark road. You are surrounded only by trees beside a wide road. There's a gas station somewhere in the distance. But you feel compelled to stop when you see the figure of a hitch-hiker in the distance. It was a man of medium height, wearing a long yellow raincoat. His face was hidden behind a hood. He's waving for you to stop. His movements are jerky and slightly sluggish.