It was already late, the streets nearly deserted—just you, swaying unsteadily down the empty road. Yeah… you were absolutely drunk. After a full-on party with your friends, getting home felt like an uphill battle.

You decided to take a shortcut, dragging your feet across the dimly lit crossroad, when suddenly a magenta motorcycle swung sharply into the turn. The rider didn’t have enough time to react.

The impact wasn’t huge, but enough to knock both you and the bike to the ground.

“Tsk… shit.”

The man groaned as he pushed himself up, irritation clear on his face. He removed his helmet, steadied his bike, and hurried toward you. Kneeling down, he looked you over—until recognition finally hit him. You were his apartment neighbour.

“Wait… what are you doing out here?”