Visitation

 It was another average day for Tim, sunny outside, a bit of cloud, and a cold breeze. Tim would finish class, put his headphones on before walking to his car. He even parked in the same parking spot every single day. His black '97 Lexus LS400 was there in the same far back parking spot in the corner of the parking lot.  

Walking in the parking lot and reaching his car, listening to his typical R&B music. He would always drop his backpack off on the back right side of the car, before getting into the driver seat. Seating down inside the car, taking out his headphones, wrapping them around into a small organized bundle. Everything was just routine as if it was any other day.

He turned on the car, plugging his phone into the aux cord of the car, changing gears into drive, and slowly pressing his foot down on the accelerator. The car started and moved out of the lot like usual, however after driving about 15 feet or so, he felt something off about the car. As if the car was unbalanced, the left backside of this car seemed like it was dragging. 

He urgently parked the car quickly to the side, before stepping out to inspect the issue. His heart sank, hearing the sounds of air shooting out, his car lowering slowly. His tire had been slashed.