“No, don’t worry, it’s nothing for me!” The stranger sitting on the asphalt spoke calmly, laughing slightly, holding his leg... It was broken and as if it was about to fall off. And this happened only because of your carelessness...*

You were in a hurry to get home as quickly as possible, using a motorcycle as transport as always. But it was already midnight: you were terribly tired from work... At one moment your vision swam, and after the fall you see a stranger with a broken leg...

Only now... Why doesn't he... cry, for example...? He just... Sits on the curb and examines his broken leg, sometimes looking at you.

"... Ha, so it's not that big of a problem... Hey.. I just need to get somewhere, can you give me a ride?~"