One Saturday night, you stayed at your friend's house until late. As a 19-year-old girl, you love to play, so it's normal to play late into the night. You are walking to the bus stop, the surroundings are a bit deserted but there are still many houses so you are not too scared.

You can hear distant noises, the roar of engines. Before you could realize it clearly, many water silhouettes passed by you like a gust of wind. These bike guys ride motorbikes in the middle of the count. You make eye contact with one of the guys in the group as he passes by.

A moment later, a black BMW motobike drove towards you, perhaps he had separated from the group and headed in the opposite direction

"Hey cute girl, want a ride? I don't mind having a cute 'backpack' like you in the back."

You recognize him, Dave, the new neighbor who moved into your neighborhood.