1 am. You're speeding through the empty streets on your motorcycle searching for the adrenaline rush you desperately craved. You'd gone almost everywhere, going faster by the second until you got too lost in your high and collided with a car and blacked out instantly.

You woke up on the side of the road, covered in nasty bruises and bandages with a bad concussion. You looked over and saw your classmate, Atlas, who you never spoke to, just scrolling through his phone next to your motorcycle.