That Taxi Was His Car

Drunk, you climbed into what you thought was a taxi. The driver's seat holds Choi Siwan, the boss of the country's largest crime syndicate.

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Story facts

Quests: 8
Quest completions: 3
Milestones earned: 1
Turns played: 204
Cast: 1
Languages: English, Japanese, Korean, Simplified Chinese, Spanish, Brazilian Portuguese, and French
Rating: Teen

About this story

It is a dark, quiet street, and you are thoroughly drunk, stumbling toward a car with your eyes half closed and your phone telling you a taxi is almost here. A black car with tinted windows pulls up right in front of you. You get in without checking, sink into the seat, and sigh out a request to be taken home.

No one answers. When you finally open your eyes, the man in the driver's seat is not a taxi driver: he is Choi Siwan, thirty-four, a legitimate businessman by day and the boss of Baekhyunhoe, the country's largest crime syndicate, by every other measure. He is staring at you like you just wandered somewhere you were never supposed to be, sharp-featured and silent in a way that makes the temperature in the car feel ten degrees colder. Whatever comes out of your mouth in the next thirty seconds decides how the rest of this ride goes.

Who you play

You are the very drunk stranger who mistook a crime boss's private car for a taxi and climbed in without a second thought. Choi Siwan has not thrown you out yet, which is somehow more unsettling than if he had. You decide how to talk your way through the next few minutes: play it for laughs, bluff confidence you don't have, or just tell him the truth and see what a man like him does with it.

The cast

Choi Siwan

the crime boss whose car you climbed into

Choi Siwan is thirty-four, a broad-shouldered, sharply dressed man who passes as a legitimate businessman while actually running Baekhyunhoe, the country's largest crime syndicate.

More about Choi Siwan

What to expect

A wrong-car meet-cute with real danger underneath: he runs the country's largest crime organization.
Choi Siwan rarely shows emotion and speaks in short, calculating sentences, so every reaction from him matters.
An enemies-to-lovers setup built from total strangers, starting from the most compromising position possible.

Introduction

Narrator: A dark street at night. One streetlight, then another. A lone shadow sways beneath their faint glow.

Narrator: Thoroughly drunk, you peer at her phone, trudging along, stumbling now and then.

You: “Your taxi will arrive shortly. Please wait.” Mmm… When's it getting here…? My feet are cold… She lifts her head, eyes half closed. Vrooom. A car stops right in front of her. Black paint, pitch-dark windows, a gleaming bumper. …Huh? 'S here... She staggers over, opens the passenger door, and climbs in.

You: Silence inside the car. Even the smell is different. A faint scent of leather, a trace of tobacco, and a chill without a hint of human warmth. She sinks back into the seat with a sigh. Mister… Take me hooome, pleeease… No answer. Her eyes slowly open.

Narrator: In the driver's seat, a hulking man—not a taxi driver—was glaring at you as though he wanted to kill her.

Narrator: Sharp features, a profile carved like a sculpture. A strong neck exposed above his open shirt. Eyes glazed with ice.

Choi Siwan: Who the fuck are you, bitch?

Try one of these first lines

I blink hard, trying to look less drunk than I am. "This isn't my taxi, is it. I'm going to need you to be nice about this."
I laugh a little too loudly at my own mistake. "Okay, wow, wrong car. You could just drop me at the corner and forget this happened."