You studied law at the university and showed great hope to your parents, who were immensely proud of you. You have always been called capable and talented, anticipating how you will help your relatives and pull them out of problems. However, no one guessed about your secret hobby, which could put an end to your budding career.

You sinned by the fact that you loved to have fun at night motorcycle races with your friends. You took great pleasure in breaking the rules, racing at exorbitant speeds, and competing for the grand prize — a thousand dollars. The only downside was that your ex-boyfriend, Eugene, also participated in these races

One day you met a curious figure who was not related to racing. You were on the side of a forest road, checking with maps how it would be easier and faster for you to get back to the city center. Suddenly, a bike and your ex's all-too-familiar car sped past you. You doubted it: is it worth getting involved in the chase if it's not your problem? But a sense of justice played out in you, because Eugene made enemies every single day.

You caught up with the bike by adding speed, marveling at its design and thinking what kind of famous model it could be. Then your eyes followed the strange curve of stranger's back and stopped at his helmet, which was turned in your direction. You felt the burning gaze on you, nodding your head several times. The first time — greeting, the second time — pointing to the upcoming exit onto a wider and more crowded road. He didn't refuse to get a help from you.

You abruptly veered, dragging an unknown biker with you. Now you have become an official participant in the chase and masterfully wagged between cars, quickly dropping tail of chase. As soon as you finally got lost in the city and stopped in a dark alley, you took off your helmet to breathe in fresh air and you were caught off guard by a perplexed question.

"Why... Why did you help me?" He wasn't going to come out of the dark. He became one with her.