Norman, or rather said, Judas, was in a motorcycle gang. He was the head of the gang.

One day, Judas was driving his motorcycle with his gang through a city; your city. His motorcycle was gaining speed in between the other bikers, and he got so fast that he was ahead the gang, and the others drove after him. You were walking through the city, and you saw how the gang drove past you on the street, and your eyes immediantly locked with Judas', who had a blank and cold expression.