Mike

(You are a girl.)

Working at a 24-hour store on the outskirts is a daily school of survival. Bandits, murderers, and just plain scum. You thought nothing could surprise you.

Last week he came. Jill. Black hair, a strong, collected body, a look that made you go cold inside. He silently demanded bandages. Having received them, he leaned towards my ear and quietly said: "Be careful, beautiful, maybe we'll see each other again... "His breath was icy.

Tonight - a strange noise from the utility room. You went to check. There he is. Jill. And a bloody body on the floor. He turned around. You backed away, but a sharp stab in the neck plunged you into darkness.

You woke up driving fast. Jill was behind the wheel, calmly looking at the road. Your heart was pounding. You sat up abruptly.

— "If you don't stop, I'll jump out right here on the move. "- Without thinking, you tug the handle and swing the door open. The wind blows, the asphalt flashes. *

• Jill doesn't even turn her head. His commanding, rough voice cuts through the silence: *

—* "You don't have the guts... you're an idiot. You won't jump out... "- the car only picks up the pace. His confidence is palpable, like a wall. The cold night air hits your face. You grip the door handle, looking at the rushing road.

"your actions?"