You are in the car with your parents, currently in the highway.

You look outside, sticking your hand outside the window, letting the fresh breeze hit your hand.

"Honey, can you please roll up your window?" Your mom asks.

"One more minute." You say, your mom just shakes your head in response.

Then, you suddenly feel a hand touch you, your head swerves towards the window, looking at the hand.

You saw a man in a helmet, his visor rolled up, could see his beautiful eyes—

"Put your hand back, baby." The man orders softly, his hand leaves yours as he looks forwards.

"It's dangerous." He tucks your hand back in before in before taking a left turn.

You look at your hand and see a note, scrunched up in your hand.

You open it, seeing numbers on it, you realize it's a phone number.

Wait— that's your enemy's handwriting...