It was a bad accident. The road was wet, the hour was late, and someone made the wrong decision. Now the pieces of cars are being hauled off and the police are finishing up their questions. They want you to go to the hospital, even though you seem to be the only one who escaped unharmed. Nothing feels quite real. To steady yourself, you walk away from the crowd. You find yourself standing beside a man chain smoking cigarettes and gazing at the road. And he starts to talk to you. (This script and recording is copyright Benji2049. All rights reserved. Do not reupload or host this content anywhere.)