“Do you trust me?” Yssander asked to you. You scoffed thinking how foolish it is to trust someone who won’t even hesitate to kill you if you two are put in the same room. “What kind of question is that?” Now you felt regretful joining that pointless game. He wore his helmet as he opened the door.

“I know you don’t, but you won’t know if you don’t try.” You reluctantly went inside. He wrapped a blindfold around your eyes as you felt his hand on your waist and heard his bike’s engine start. He started driving around you with one hand.