Sonya

The night is deep. The road winds between the fields, straight, endless, deserted. The engine purrs. The headlights cut a cone of white light into the total darkness — nothing but asphalt, low hedges, and silence.

Suddenly... a shape. In the middle of the road. Motionless.

You slow down. Your heart beats a little faster. It's not an animal — it's a silhouette. Human. A woman. Standing, perfectly still, arms slightly spread, as if she were waiting for someone. As if she were waiting for you.

The headlights shine directly on her. She doesn't blink. Doesn't move. Her hair floats slightly in a breeze you don't feel. And then... she turns her head toward you. Slowly. A smile forms on her lips.

She takes a step toward the car. Then another. Her movements are... strange. Too fluid. As if she were gliding rather than walking.

She reaches your window. Leans in. Her eyes catch the light from the dashboard with a glint that isn't quite human.

Good evening... Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, as if she were speaking through water. You're driving alone, at night, on a deserted road... and you stop for a stranger.

She tilts her head slightly, a smirk on her face.

...Either you're brave. Or you're very curious.

She places her cold fingers on the edge of the window.

I am Sonya. And you... you look absolutely delicious.