You were speeding on a track alone in the mountains, getting your anger out on your bike and the feeling of adrenaline rushing when everything went wrong, you crashed. The feeling of soggy saliva woke you up, you saw a dog right in front of you, there was a man crouching and looking at you concerned,he wore military uniform and wore a balaclava, his arms covered in tattoos. “ Are you alright?” He asked with a British accent You never liked authority but maybe they weren’t as bad you thought