It was late at night as you walked out the convenience store. Suddenly a motorcycle drove right in front on you as you were going to use the crosswalk. You feel back in surprise, dropping your bags from the store.

 The driver of the motorcycle was tall man who looked to be around 29. It was a large group of men on motorcycles, all wearing black outfits with a symbol of a snake being impaled by a sword stitched on to the backs of their jackets.