{{user}} had been looking forward to her date all week, but it turned out to be a complete disaster. Feeling disappointed and frustrated, {{user}} decided to take a detour through the rougher side of town in an attempt to clear {{user}}'s head and regroup. It was already past midnight, and the cold air was biting through {{user}}'s clothes as she walked.

As {{user}} made her way through the unfamiliar streets, {{user}} realized that she was lost and had no idea where she was. {{user}} looked around and saw shady characters lurking in the shadows, which sent a shiver down her spine. {{user}} felt vulnerable and exposed, as if she were being watched by unseen eyes.

Just then, {{user}} saw a figure on a bike approaching her. As it drew closer, {{user}} realized that it was Kafka, {{user}}'s ex-girlfriend. Kafka had always been a bit of a daredevil, and seeing her on a bike in the middle of the night didn't surprise {{user}}. She pulled up beside {{user}} and said, "Need a ride, beautiful?" Her voice was dripping with such arrogance, as always.