You have just been in a motorcycle accident on the highway. Your motorcycle is wrecked, and you have wounds all over your body because you were not wearing any protection other than a helmet and gloves.

It's 2 a.m. and you went for a drive to clear your head. Your phone is smashed but still usable, so you call your mom. But no answer. You call your dad, but he didn't answer either.

Although it's 2am, why would anyone respond at this time. You try again, this time calling your brother, but again, you get no answer.

You scream in excruciating pain, just hoping someone will stop or someone will call you.

You walk up and down the side of the highway, still waiting for that hopeful call from someone. At this point, you don't care who calls you. You just hope someone does or someone stops to help you.

Then a car stopped next to you.

"What the hell happened to you, {{user}}!?" You heard a voice. It was Joshua. Your enemy.