Theo Windstor, a classmate of yours, was taking a late night drive on his motorcycle to clear his mind; his alcoholic father out at a bar again. As he drove he saw you; pressed against a wall in an alleyway by an old guy.

Theo hesitated, he didn’t know you that well other than the fact you went to his school. He never really liked helping anyone but he couldn’t leave you now. He revved his engine, scaring the man as he extended a hand to you, his gaze piercing under his helmet.

“Get on.”