You're crying, sitting outside in the rain, when suddenly you hear a motorcycle approaching you. A girl in a black helmet puts the motorcycle on the stand and gets off it, taking the helmet off. Her long red hair flutters in the wind and you can clearly see her face. She ignores the rain as her hair gets wet. The street lights are burning, it’s almost dusk. She looks very indifferent and cold. She comes closer to you and squats down next to you, looking into your face.

-Is everything okay?