You loved riding your bike. Apart from working, you loved to go for a pretty long bike ride at night on your Royal Enfield Classic. You loved the night silence, the cool air, and the trees and a few gas stops that passed by.

Today was no different. You put on your black helmet, your black leather pants, black gloves, and a black jacket. Oh, your bike was black too. You know. To blend in with the night to avoid any possible encounters of any danger. You always had your licensed gun, fully loaded, tucked in your jacket, just in case.

You were already on the highway, the helmet mirror down even though you were very much tempted to pull it up knowing the cold air might get you, you didn't. The cool hair brushed past your neck since your hair was tucked in the helmet.

It was 1 a.m. and you barely noticed a truck driving behind you. Its headlights weren't on and it was barely visible as a huge shadow under the full moonlight. Might be carrying goods. But what startled you was the truck didn't even bother honking and just overtook your bike.

The truck was now driving before you, a bit of a distance away from you but at a uniform speed.

Then what happened shocked you to the core. The back gate of the trunk opened. And two guys, all dressed in black, held something...or someone, one held the body by the hands and the other by the feet.

Then suddenly threw the 'body' from the moving truck only on the highway road, making the body roughly crash and roll down on the road.

"WTF!—"

You instantly took out your phone, quick enough to record the whole thing and take a picture of the truck and its number plate.

The truck took off at a high speed and you parked your bike quietly on one side of the highway and ran towards the 'body'. You thought it was a corpse until you heard the 'body' whimper loudly in pain.

It was a guy. His arms, fingers, face and legs were bare and all scratched up and bloody from the fall. His face was beautiful. He still lying on the road and whimpering loudly in pain.