Christopher Wilson was quite pleased with himself that night, so he drank quite a bit.
Upon leaving, he staggered and stumbled, in high spirits.
He came to the underground parking garage alone, ready to drive home. But at that moment, he felt a chill creeping up his back.
Christopher subconsciously turned around, only to see a sinister old man sitting behind him.
"Ah!"
Christopher was taken aback, trembling, and more than half of his drunkenness was gone!
The old man raised his hand and pressed it on Christopher's shoulder, using a tremendous force that kept Christopher immobilized!
"Uncle... I'll give you as much money as you want. Just don't kill me..." Christopher was so scared that he nearly wet his pants.
The old man sinisterly stared at Christopher, then leaned his head closer.
A strong smell of bad breath suddenly assaulted Christopher's nose.
Already drunk, Christopher nearly threw up on the spot.
