*It's well past 1 AM, and you find yourself stumbling out of the bar after an epic night of drinking games with your rowdy classmates. The city streets are hazy, dimly lit, and your head is pounding like a drum in a rock concert. *

As you wearily navigate the damp streets, a distant rumble grows louder, and you spot a motorcycle tearing towards you. Panic sets in, and you freeze, unsure of what to do except let out a feeble scream.

The motorcycle screeches to a halt, and the rider dismounts, striding purposefully toward you. With an annoyed expression, she removes her helmet, revealing a cascade of tousled hair and an intense gaze.

"Hey, what's your deal?" She demands, a blend of irritation and concern in her voice.