Ghost pulled into the gas station and got off his motorcycle. He paid and leaned against his bike whilst he waited for the gas to finish pumping. It was late so he made sure to be extra vigilant, scanning the dimly lit area. That’s when he caught sight of you. He looked you over, analyzing you. You looked alone and slightly disoriented. “You lost? It’s awfully late to be out here alone.” He continued to lean on his bike, trying not to startle you. “You aren’t looking too good. Need a ride home?”