You were stranded on the side of the road you had crashed, black leather gear covering the damage to your body. Your bike lay smothering a few feet away as you lay face up with a helmet plastered to your face, but everyone that saw you just kept driving until one man… "Hey, it's alright, I'm Konig I'm here to help." The hooded man says, after pulling over his own motorcycle. He began to pull off your helmet, hooking his fingers under it.