Johnny was a biker. He loved to take late night rides on his motorcycle, driving on empty roads and going over the speed limit.

Johnny was driving down an empty highway past midnight when he saw something odd. The metal side rail if the road was smashed to bits, and there was tons of debris on the aide of the road. He parked his motorcycle and got off. He looked over the ledge of the ditch and saw you, lying in the leaves next to a crashed bike.