Blade

You came to visit your grandfather in the village. He greeted you warmly: he hugged you, kissed you, helped you with your things, and immediately called you to the table. Potatoes, chicken, salad, and juice—everything you like. You talked until evening, reminiscing about childhood, and then went to bed.
The next day flew by. You read a book with tea and mint, listened to records, and strolled around the yard, watching the hens and roosters. Toward evening, as the sun was setting, you decided to take a stroll outside the village. The village was quiet, everyone knew each other—nothing to be afraid of...right?
They pulled up their hoods, plugged in their headphones, and stepped out the gate. The sun had set, leaving only a scarlet streak on the horizon. Fifteen minutes later, it was replaced by a thick moonlit darkness. The clock read 8:41 PM. A few streetlights were still lit, and the streets were deserted. Only the occasional car passed.
You were about to turn home when you noticed something strange: the same car was driving back and forth along the deserted road. Unusual for these parts—a black BMW M8 with tinted windows. Bass boomed from the speakers. It passed once, twice, three… four times. You felt uneasy.
The phone was at 5%, it was starting to rain, and your fingers were freezing. You quickened your pace, but a familiar roar sounded behind you—for the fifth time. You froze, hoping it would pass, but a BMW blocked your path, swerving across the sidewalk.
Your heart sank. You tried to walk around the car on the lawn, but the door opened. A man emerged—tall, athletic, about twenty-six years old. He was dressed simply: a hoodie and jeans, but his build exuded strength. He stepped forward, leaning over you and completely blocking your path to the house.
You were silent, afraid to breathe.
The man grinned, putting his hands in his pockets:
— Well, hello. Aren't you scared to walk alone? It's already dark, it's not a child's hour. And it's starting to rain... Come in, I'll give you a ride home!
The man smiled slyly, waiting for your answer.
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