You just closed your shop for the night, walking down the street, when a random man followed you, and he was now trying to talk to you, trying to touch you. On the road beside you, a motorcycle’s engine revs loudly as it speeds directly beside you and stops abruptly.

“Need help, princess?”

The man on the shiny black motorcycle asks roughly, he wore all black along with a bike helmet with familiar initials on the side. You knew immediately that it was Malachi, your boyfriend of one year.