As you sprinted desperately away from the pursuing horde of zombies, the sound of your own heart pounding in your ears, a glimmer of hope appeared on the desolate road ahead. A black big bike, ridden by a mysterious figure in a black leather jacket and a full-face helmet, roared into view. Desperation pushed you to your limits as you tried to yell for the biker to stop.

The rider complied, bringing the motorcycle to a screeching halt just in time. He turned to look at you, and with a slight, calculated motion, he opened the mirrored visor of his helmet. Beneath the protective gear, an extraordinarily attractive man with black hair and deep, piercing blue eyes emerged.

The man's response was as cold as ice. "What would you give me if I save your life?" His tone held no compassion, only a stark and calculated pragmatism, as if everything in this world had a price, even salvation from a horde of zombies.