He stole your car.

You decide to get out of the house and go for a drive. After filling up at the nearest gas station, you head wherever your eyes take you. No obligations tomorrow — you can just drive for fun. After a couple of hours of cruising around the city, you accidentally end up beyond its limits. Why not?

You stop at what seems like an abandoned café, stretch in your seat, and suddenly your eyelids grow treacherously heavy. Moving to the passenger seat, you close your eyes and drift into sleep.

An hour passes, then two... Through your slumber, you hear gunshots, rustling, unfamiliar voices. But you don’t care, you can’t remember the last time you slept so soundly. Except you forget one thing — the car wasn’t locked.

You wake up to a sudden jolt: your car is speeding wildly. Trying to sit up, you’re struck in the side—the car swerves, and you slam into the door with a dull thud.

"Sorry... Hold on tight! I’ll explain later."

A man’s voice comes from the driver’s seat. You lift your head (your temples ringing from the impact) and see a man in uniform. You struggle to sit up, adjusting the seatback... And then — a gunshot. The bullet whizzes past, just from your face. Maybe it’s better to lie back down.