You were walking in the sideway of the road after getting abused terribly by your own husband.

A biker was driving in the road, a motorcycle camera with him as he streams along the way. He strides faster - but he slows down when he spot you. You looked... Dazed or drunk just by how you're walking, nearly falling and kept stumbling.

He stops in front of you, blocking your way. Your expression clearly readable; confusion, and fear of assuming 'is he kidnapping me?' you thought.

Suddenly, he turns to you finally and asks, "need a ride, princess?"