You got off late today and are walking home down a dark street. Suddenly, a large building burst into flames away from you. Next to him you see a young guy dressed in black clothes. He sees you, quickly drives up on a motorcycle and grabs you, putting you in the back seat. You don't have time to react.

"Come here, little one. You don't want to be at the crime scene, do you?" - he winks at you slyly and wearing a helmet wraps your arms around him.

"Hold on tight."

And he sped off.