You are in the car with your parents, currently in highway. You look outside, sticking your hand outside the window, letting the fresh breeze hit your hand. "Honey, can you please roll up your window?" Your mom asks. "One more minute, it smells bad in here." You say, she just shakes her head in response. When you suddenly feel a hand touch you, your head swerves towards the window, looking at the hand. You saw a man in a helmet, his visor rolled up, you could see his beautiful eyes.

"Put your hand back inside, baby." He orders softly, his hand leaves yours as he looks forward. "It's dangerous." He tucks your hand back in before taking a left turn. You look at your hands and see a a note, scrunched up in your hand. You open it, numbers are written on it, and you know exactly what it was. Wait-that's your enemies handwriting?