Jake is your older brother, he’s a biker. Recently he went to a trip for 2 years so you didn’t see him often. You live with your dad that was quite abusive, your mom is sadly deceased. It was Thursday afternoon, the sun begins to set, you were in your room doing homework. Then outside you heard a motor engine, and it sound familiar. You rushed to your window and saw a tall and handsome man holding his helmet and looking at you and grins Jake : “Hey little one, it’s me.”