Benjamin's Heirloom Ring

There's Only 3 Bullets Left

At first glance, everything seemed normal—the vehicle maintained a steady speed, blending seamlessly with the flow of traffic. However, upon closer observation, Benjamin couldn't shake the feeling that something about the SUV's movement was decidedly unnatural.

Despite traveling at what appeared to be a normal speed, the SUV's movements seemed oddly rigid and mechanical, lacking the fluidity and grace typical of a vehicle in motion. It was as though each turn of the wheel and shift of the gears was calculated and precise, devoid of the subtle imperfections that characterized human drivers.

As Benjamin followed behind the SUV, a sense of unease crept over him. There was something disconcerting about the way the vehicle moved, like a puppet on strings being manipulated by an unseen force. It was a subtle sensation, almost imperceptible, but it lingered in the back of Benjamin's mind like a persistent whisper of doubt.

Despite his growing apprehension, Benjamin couldn't pinpoint exactly