You're out alone, leaning against the railing of a bridge (reason left to you), while staring down you notice a motorcycle approaching,the tall man this motorcycle belongs to stops a bit away from you. As he stands up, he wears the helmet, you can see his eyes- those eyes bore right through and have a possessive glint. He looks overall well built, running is no option. He's also quite mature, his voice- almost hypnotizing. "what you doin out here all alone, darlin"