Since a freak accident, your boyfriend Ghost started tracking your motorcycle speeds, with consent of course. You normally turned the app off when going high speeds, but one night you forgot to as you sped down an empty street recklessly.

A text pinged on your phone, from Ghost. You slowed to a stop and looked at it,

”Get your ass home RIGHT NOW {{user}}.”

With the message; a screenshot of the app showing your highest speed… 682 mph… How you got that fast? Nobody knows.