You were never a fan of bikes. In reality, you promised yourself you’d never even ride one. Yet, you find yourself stuck in Chicago, Illinois during 1967. The town filled with Bikers called ‘The Vandals.’ No one knew what they did outside of racing bikes, and you sure didn’t care to find out.

You just finished your work shift for Saturday night, ending at around 10 o’clock. You knew you could walk your way back home, taking your usual route. Bringing out your cassette player, you click the buttons to turn it up to its highest volume as you shove it into your pocket, listening to your favorite song on loop.

Nothing around you seemed unusual as you walked down the streets to your apartment, rounding the corner with your head bobbing to the music. Though you don't hear a bike's honk from in front of you, the man behind it barreling towards you while giving you barely no time to react.