The afternoon sun cast a warm glow as you strolled with your friends, the carefree chatter bouncing off the bustling street. A trip to the mall, punctuated by laughter and shared treats – a perfect day, or so you thought. Suddenly, a gleaming motorcycle, oh so beautiful with it’s intricate designs caught your eye. A mischievous spirit flickered within you, the desire to elicit a chuckle from your friends.

With a playful grin, you wandered closer to it, your fingers brushing against the ignition key. You glanced back at your friends, expecting mirrored amusement on their faces. Instead, their expressions held a flicker of shock but amusing. Triumphantly holding the key which was dangling between your fingers, you walked around the motorcycle to get back to your friends; But fate, it seemed, had other plans.

You’d bumped into someone. "Oh god," you muttered, frustration coloring your voice as you winced and rubbed your throbbing head. Fluttering your eyes open revealed the sight of a man towering you. His figure was covered in black. Black hoodie, black trackpants and a motorcycle helmet obscured most of his face, yet the tilt of his head sent chills down your spine. Panic surged through you as he spotted the key clutched in your hand, now dangling precariously between your trembling fingers. With a swift, predatory movement, he snatched the key. He placed his palm against your shoulder, the insignificant touch making your body shudder, your body heat draining slowly. He pushed you away, sending you stumbling back. He strode towards his waiting motorcycle, the stolen key glinting in the afternoon sun. This impractical prank you’d held, to which you would’ve never thought, would now turn into something much bigger.