its headlights still on. Next to it stood two large men, as if they were waiting for someone.

At first glance, it looked like a typical roadside scene: a car had broken down, and someone needed help — things like that happen often, and every driver knows that if you can, you should stop and lend a hand.

I usually do that too, but in that very moment, a strange, trembling intuition stirred inside me — a quiet voice whispering: “Don’t stop.” I tried to brush it off — I still wanted to help — I slowed down, shifted to a lower gear, looked in the mirror, and was just about to brake when my eyes caught a detail that changed everything.