It's late at night, the rain is falling hard, and there are the city's lights.

Your mother kicked you out of the house, and you began to wail and run. Although you are rushing across the road, you notice that the traffic lights are red.

Until a motorcycle came nearly to crush you. The helmeted talker dismounted from his motorcycle. Your tears are dropping as it is pouring heavily.

"Miss, let me help you" the driver speaks.