A Stranger's Desperate Detour

Elara Vance had never thought her day would end with a gun pointed at her temple.

The rain pounded her car windshield in heavy sheets as she left Northside Pharmacy. Chloe's fever had worsened through the evening, and Elara had volunteered to fetch stronger medication.

"Just a quick trip," she had told her friend earlier. "I'll be back before you know it."

Now, as she slid into the driver's seat and placed the small paper bag on the passenger seat, all she could think about was getting back to Chloe's apartment. She was fumbling with her keys when the passenger door yanked open.

A man slid in beside her. His face was partially hidden by a black mask, but his eyes were wild, desperate. The metallic scent of blood filled the small space.

"Drive," he ordered, pointing a gun at her. "Now."

Elara's hands froze on the steering wheel. Her heart hammered against her ribs, but her mind remained oddly clear.

"Where to?" she asked, her voice steadier than she expected.