Go to the right
From Create Your Own Story
You decide to take the right fork in the road, steering your vehicle along the winding coastal route. On days when the weather cooperates, the vistas overlooking the jagged cliffs are nothing short of spectacular, and today is one of those crystal-clear mornings where the horizon stretches endlessly before you.
The asphalt ribbon of road stretches empty ahead, your tires humming against the pavement as you navigate each successive curve. Just as you begin decelerating for an especially sharp hairpin turn—one that would test any driver's reflexes—your attention is suddenly drawn to the shoulder. Parked haphazardly with its hazard lights blinking weakly stands a red sports car, clearly suffering some mechanical failure.
A figure emerges from the scene, waving both arms in broad, desperate arcs to catch your attention. As you slow to a stop, the details come into focus: the stranded motorist is a tall, lean man with sun-bleached blond hair that catches the morning light. His entire outfit—from his crisp button-down shirt to his tailored slacks—is a stark, almost unnatural white, making him stand out vividly against the muted tones of the roadside brush. At this distance, these are the only distinguishing features you can discern about the man as you approach
