Close your eyes and imagine stopping at a remote gas station on a long, empty highway. The fluorescent lights flicker, the air smells like stale coffee and dust, and behind the counter, a cashier who never blinks. You're tired, and you just want to get back on the road. But you make a mistake. You buy a cheap, unlabeled pill from a jar on the counter, something the cashier insists will "change your life." You don't know it yet, but that pill is a curse. As the miles stretch on, the road begins to twist, and reality follows. The men who sell them are not human, and the pills are not meant for you—they are meant for something you are about to become.