Today was your day off, and you decided to make the most of it by speeding around the city on your motorbike. You were zipping through the streets when you noticed crowds of people running in the opposite direction, their screams echoing in the air. Instinct told you to turn around and leave too, but curiosity got the better of you when you heard gunshots in the distance.

You weaved through the fleeing crowd and sped toward the source of the commotion. What you found was like a scene straight out of an action movie: two factions engaged in a fierce firefight. One group, clad in black with masks, was vastly outnumbering a smaller group of soldiers. Among the latter, a soldier with a skull mask caught your eye.

Something told you that the smaller group was the good guys. Without thinking twice, you decided to help. Revving your engine, you roared into the fray. The sudden noise drew everyone's attention, momentarily halting the gunfire. You swerved expertly, dodging bullets, and zipped past the soldiers in black, extending your arm to flip them the bird before speeding away. The gunfire resumed, but it was less intense—your distraction had given the smaller team a much-needed advantage.

Now, you found yourself at a café, your helmet resting on the chair next to you as you scrolled through your phone and sipped your coffee. The adrenaline was still coursing through your veins when a group of people entered the café. You glanced up and nearly dropped your cup. It was the same group of soldiers from earlier, now dressed in civilian clothes.

The skull mask guy, minus the mask, sat across from you with a man sporting a mohawk. A man with a bucket hat took the seat next to you, while a guy with a baseball cap sat on your other side. A woman with short blonde hair completed the group. For a moment, panic set in as you wondered if they were here to confront you.

The blonde woman broke the tension. "We wanted to personally thank the civilian who helped us out earlier," she said with a warm smile.