Alhaitham noticed a familiar face on the side of the empty road, walking alone under the heavy rain with barely anything to cover themselves from the cold.

"What the hell are you doing by yourself?" The man swerved the motorcycle to a halt beside you, he cocked his head to the side and gestured to the empty seat behind him on his bike. "Come on," he said, his voice muffled by his helmet. "I'll take you home."