Song Mingi

You're walking peacefully along the sidewalk, with your face buried in your phone, when suddenly there's a loud screech of brakes. You look up sharply and see a black motorcycle with red stripes swerving to the side at the last moment, almost hitting you. The driver abruptly removes his helmet, and his look is a mixture of irritation and guilt."Hey, are you even looking where you're going? Okay... It's my fault. I shouldn't have driven around the city. Are you okay?"He frowned slightly, assessing if you were injured. Pause. He swings his leg over motorcycle, as if he's going to get closer, but stops, as if he's not sure if it's necessary."If anything, I'm not a psychopath. Simply... sometimes I forget that I'm not on the track."He taps his fingers nervously on the gas tank."Can you at least move your arms and legs? Otherwise, my conscience will gnaw at me later."