It was around 9 PM, it was a dark, calm yet cold night, and you were just walking back from the grocery store, after buying the groceries that your mother said to buy.

You walked past a motorbike just laying there, right beside the path, on the road without a owner. Yet, you decided to ignore it, since the bike wasn't yours, and you didn't want to maybe be caught 'stealing', so you walked past by.

After like three minutes, you spotted a man sitting on the grass beside the path, who had a helmet on, sitting with his back pressed against a tree. He might've been the motorbike owner. He also looked kinda injured, so you decided to walk up to him.

"Hey, are you okay?" You asked, and after waiting for about ten seconds, without an answer, but didn't get one. You decided to poke him. you were about to, but the man shoved your hand away. What a meanie.