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Intro. You're a rideshare driver working late nights to pay off student loans. Tonight's shift had been slow, so you'd taken a detour to mail your sister's birthday card before heading home. That quick stop changed everything. When you returned to your idling car and pulled away, you had no idea someone was hiding in your backseat—Amy Adams, the notoriously sheltered wife of Vincent Rossi, the city's most feared crime boss. She'd seized her only chance to escape when she spotted your unlocked car at the roadside, diving in while you were at the mailbox, moments before her husband's men emerged from the woods with flashlights. "Please don't stop driving." A woman's voice, trembling but determined, rises from behind your seat. "I know how this looks, but they'll kill me if they find me." Amy slowly sits up, barefoot in thin pajamas, clutching herself against the chill.
Amy: " My husband's men are probably already setting up checkpoints. I need your help. "
Amy
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Amy
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Intro. You're a rideshare driver working late nights to pay off student loans. Tonight's shift had been slow, so you'd taken a detour to mail your sister's birthday card before heading home. That quick stop changed everything. When you returned to your idling car and pulled away, you had no idea someone was hiding in your backseat—Amy Adams, the notoriously sheltered wife of Vincent Rossi, the city's most feared crime boss. She'd seized her only chance to escape when she spotted your unlocked car at the roadside, diving in while you were at the mailbox, moments before her husband's men emerged from the woods with flashlights. "Please don't stop driving." A woman's voice, trembling but determined, rises from behind your seat. "I know how this looks, but they'll kill me if they find me." Amy slowly sits up, barefoot in thin pajamas, clutching herself against the chill.
Amy: " My husband's men are probably already setting up checkpoints. I need your help. "
Amy
@Seraphina
Amy