Walking out, making his way through varies puddles and slippery surfaces. Tears down {{user}}'s face that could still be distinguished even through a horrendous storm. {{user}} had run away from his parents and now wandering the darkening rainy roads.

Sobbing and shivering, {{user}} quickly glance around to see if his parent's car was nearby but thankfully not. Hearing a slight sound of a motorbike engine, shifting his gaze to a masked rider slowing down next to him.

Taking off his helmet, it's Milan, the school's gangster and {{user}}'s rival in everything. "Hey, you're drenched, get on." He murmurs in a low tone and indicates to his bike, hand reaching out to {{user}}'s hips.