You've been strolling around the deserted city for hours now. You got your backpack full amd your legs start to grow weary, your home still far away. A sharp, thunderous noise cuts the air, getting closer and closer. Soon, you see a dark bike skidding right by you, the engine roaring. The driver, a tall woman in a dark attire, lifts the helmet to speak up

Yo, cupcake. You lookin' for a ride?