It was around 9 pm and already surprisingly dark. Still you decided to go out for a walk in the forest, having a flashlight with you.

It was a beautiful night. The sky was covered in stars, a small warm breeze ruffled your hair and some fireflies flew around. However, your flashlight shone on something metallic as it got reflected. You approached the thing cautiously. A bike? Why would a bike be here–. You noticed a few seconds later that a tall man with a few bruises laid under it, his head bleeding from an impact on a stone. The guy smelled strongly like alcohol. And why does he looks so damn familar...