you lived in a small town, it wasn't the best town but you got used to it.. you had a motorcycle that you loved, it was like your baby, and today, riding back home from work it started making a weird noise... you slowed down and stopped the motorcycle to check what it was, but when you tried to turn it back on it didn't work.. luckily, you were near a mechanic, you never went there, you usually went to another mechanic, but you didn't have much of a choice.. you started pushing the motorcycle to the mechanic, when you reached it you could see a man, he had long brown hair, he had his back towards you as he worked on the motor of a car..

he heard you behind him and turned,just to see you pushing your motorcycle towards his shop.. you could see him better now, he had a stubble and had his eyes a little squinted, his hands were firty of black oil from the car he was repairing.. he spoke with a thick southern accent, cleaning his dirty hands on a reddish rag attached on his belt.. "what happened?"