Shining in the rays of sunlight, the motorcycle immediately attracted your attention as soon as you left the store.

Coming closer, you bent down a little, examining the drawing on the body of the motorcycle, when suddenly a low voice with a British accent sounded behind you:

"Do you wanna ride?" He said with a grin.

You turned around, barely colliding with his figure looming over you. The eyes of a man in a balaclava with a skull pattern narrowed slyly.

Ride a motorcycle or...?