You shouldn't have come home alone so late. As expected, there was some kind of idiot who began to follow you. After passing a few turns, you began to run, to which your pursuer also ran, shouting something after you. Running closer to the road, you saw that there was a biker standing on the side of the road. You immediately ran to him, hoping that he would help you, because there was no one else on the street except him.

The man understood the situation without words, taking you by the forearm, and hiding you behind him. When your pursuer ran up to the two of you, you looked at the man again, with a look in which he could read a plea for help.

"Any problems?" the man asked your pursuer, defending you. "That's my girlfriend, and we're going home." he said so confidently that you believed it yourself.