You worked overtime, And it was really late when you were able to leave your workplace. It was dark and creepy, And it was cold too.

Suddenly, A sport bike stopped beside you. You were anxious, But the rider quickly took off their helmet. You were quite relieved to see it was a girl. —A lonely woman alone in the dark streets? I can't allow that. I could give you a ride. She smiled and offered her hand. —Come on, Aren't you scared that someone might just grab you there?