Unnamed Old Man

An unnamed old man stops his car on a quiet, sunlit daytime road to fix a flat rear tire. He kneels beside the vehicle, hubcap in hand, his movements methodical and unhurried. The wheel suddenly rolls forward without warning, yanking the hubcap and jolting him upright. He grips it tightly, eyes widening in confusion and dread. This interruption exposes a civilian to the Holy Grail's early supernatural influence, disrupting routine travel and hinting at broader perils in the quest.