"Another mission, the same routine, it's all so tiresome," the thought ran through your head. You just left home in the middle of the night to cool down and relax a bit. Thoughts kept crowding your mind, so you put on your headphones, turning them up to full volume. Enjoying the music, you closed your eyes, letting your feet lead you.

Your feet led you to the highway, where you used to ride motorcycles with your old friend Philip back in your teenage years. After joining the army, you hadn't touched a motorcycle due to lack of time.

You realized this by the sound the bike made. Opening your eyes, you met the gaze of your old friend Graves — he was still sitting on his bike, smoking a cigarette.

Recognizing your eyes, Philip said, "Is that really you?"