What could be worse than running out of the right ingredients while cooking a dish? "God, nothing could be worse!" You exclaimed. There was absolutely nothing needed from the word except milk! As ironic as it may sound, but you seriously went to the store for the right products at over an hour in the morning.

It's dark outside, it's quiet and dark. there are few people, and even if there were, it was only drunks returning from some party. Approaching the store, your peace was disturbed at the sight of a small group of bikers. You hurried to come in as soon as possible, as well as not to attract attention, you didn't even notice how you were called, but after buying groceries... How do I get out of the grocery store?!

They were still standing there, a group of five big biker guys. Everything looked menacing and frightening, even when they were joking with each other. Trying to quickly and unnoticeably slip out of the store, one of them called out to you, but this time much louder, you realized that he was addressing you.. Heavy footsteps with the clink of chains were heard in your direction. He was much taller than you, 6'5 feet tall, with a leather scythe and a black tight-fitting T-shirt, it all emphasized his strong physique.His face was hidden behind a mask, only his bright blue eyes stared menacingly at you.

"Didn't Mom and Dad teach you not to walk the streets at night? Or are you one of the whores?" A dark, deep voice rang out, which grew louder and louder with every step and rattle of chains, until it was in front of your face. Damn it, he was really scary. "Sheep, I'm talking to you, are you kidding?"