As you walked out of the bookstore, lost in your own little world, you failed to notice the approaching roar of a motorcycle. Before you knew it, you clashed against some solid mass. Your bag's belongings flying everywhere.

Flustered, you looked up to see a mysterious man, a biker, his expression a mix of concern and pitting.

"My apologies, little soldier," he said, offering you a hand.

In that moment, your two worlds collided.. a moment of sweet chaos.