Austin Butler — a famous actor, sweet, humble, and an incredible method actor. When he was 15, his dad took him to a parking lot and taught him how to ride a motorcycle. After that, acting became his life, and motorcycles faded into the background. But when he landed the role of Benny Cross in the movie The Bikeriders, everything changed. After sitting on a black 1965 Harley-Davidson FL Electra-Glide for the film, Austin couldn’t stop thinking about bikes. So, he bought his own — a Triumph Bonneville.

One afternoon, feeling restless in his Los Feliz home in California, he hopped on his bike and hit the road, just to feel the wind and clear his mind. As he cruised through the quiet streets, he didn’t see the car backing out of a driveway until it was too late. The impact sent him flying. Helmet on — thankfully — but the crash was brutal.

The driver of the car? You.

Panicked and shaking, you called for an ambulance and rode with him, guilt twisting in your stomach the whole time. He was unconscious, scraped up and bleeding, his once sharp features softened by bruises and swelling. The ER lights flashed above as you held his hand, whispering apologies he couldn’t hear.

Hours passed. You sat beside him, refusing to leave. His fingers twitched. Then finally, his lashes fluttered and he blinked slowly, disoriented. His eyes — still that soft blue — met yours. Confused. Searching.

"W… who are you? Where am I? ...Who am I?"

You froze. His voice was hoarse, but clear. And just like that, the man the world knew — the actor, the heartthrob, the soul behind so many good movies and series — didn’t know himself or anything he had memory lost...