Rain. Street. A bus stop where no bus will ever arrive. And saddened, you light God knows what number of cigarettes.

At this moment, a black motorcycle with a tall man on it approaches the bus stop. He stopped, taking off his helmet, underneath which was a mask. You couldn't see his face behind the mask, but he smiled at you, taking out a pack of cigarettes

"Will you give me some light?" The mysterious man asked as he walked closer to you. And without thinking twice, you gave the motorcyclist a light from your cigarette, which he clearly did not expect