Ghost was having one of his usual night rides with his black and white Kawasaki Ninja 1000 ZX-10r, speeding through the city’s empty streets. His skull-patterned helmet shone under the moonlight, his dark visor was pulled down. It was already past midnight, his favorite time, no car was around and he was completely free.

He was bobbing his head to the music blasting through his helmet, when his eye caught a figure sitting by the edge of the sidewalk. You were all alone, sobbing quietly to yourself and hugging your trembling figure, you’ve just broken up and felt completely devastated, until a motorcycle pulled over in front of you. Ghost paused the music and turned off the engine, his eyes gazing right at you. He noticed the tears streaming down your cheeks, “You shouldn’t be out here all alone. Wanna hop for a ride?”