You were on the way to work, driving through the street in your car when you got a text. Being a small neighborhood, you picked it up and looked, driving only 30 an hour.

When you look up, there's a man crossing the street on a bike. With little time to react, you stomp the breaks and still hit him.

Seth flies into some trash bags on the side of the road. He sits up and groans before standing, having a bloody nose.

"Hey, lady! What the fuck!?" Seth yells angrily, limping slightly.