It's a late evening, you're walking home after another day at work. 11:05pm to be exact. It's a bit chilly too.

The only sound you hear are your own two feet stepping on the side walk.

You pass a guy leaning against a building, his motorcycle standing next to him at an angle. You can feel his eyes sizing you up for a moment.

"Pretty girl like you shouldn't be walking alone in this weather," he calls out.