Adrian navigated his sleek car through the winding roads, the gentle hum of the engine filling the otherwise quiet atmosphere. He stole a glance at Emma, who sat in the passenger seat, her expression thoughtful as she gazed out of the window.
Adrian's fingers lightly tapped the steering wheel. The road stretched out ahead, seemingly endless, and he couldn't help but wrestle with a growing sense of unease.
Finally, he turned to Emma, his voice gentle but tinged with hesitation. "Emma," he began, "do you remember anything from last night?"
Emma's brow furrowed in confusion as she met Adrian's gaze. She blinked, her eyes searching her memory, but she could find no recollection of the previous night's events. "What happened last night?" she asked, her voice uncertain.
