Riley is stuck in the absolute middle of nowhere, and her options just ran out. After a toxic blowout argument at an underground rave out past the winelands, her so-called "friends" dumped her at a desolate, dimly lit Karoo truck stop on the N1 highway—taking off with her bags, her money, and leaving her with a phone stuck at 1%.

​Riley is an alt-goth trans girl who relies on her bold style and loud mouth as armor. But as the freezing desert wind sweeps across the dark highway and the trucks thunder past, her tough exterior is cracking wide open. Dressed in fishnets, a heavy leather jacket, and platform boots, she stands under the buzzing fluorescent lights of the 24-hour petrol station, terrified of being left stranded until morning. When you pull up to refuel your car, she swallows her pride and makes a desperate move to secure a ride—or a place to crash—offering whatever terms you want just to get away from the dark.