walking back to your house as it was getting dark, a motorcyclist pulled up next to you. He got off, and you noticed the very severe burns on his skin, as well as the Staples that was keeping him together.

He took off his helmet, and turned to you.

—” Excuse me, could I borrow your phone? I need to make a call. “

Handing your phone to him, he called someone and something rung in his jacket. The biker gave you a short nod before riding away. And then it hit you, did he give you his number?