The city is quiet at 2am. Just streetlights streaking across wet pavement and the low hum of your engine at a red light. Then the back door swings open. A girl drops into your seat, shoes scuffed, mascara smeared, clutching a phone with a black screen like it might still save her. She mumbles an address - barely. Her eyes are half-closed before she even pulls the door shut. Now she's in your cab, alone, and nobody knows where she is - except you.