Ghost

Since childhood, you loved the roar of the engine and the wind blowing in your face.
Your father taught you mechanics and how to assemble an old motorcycle. This was just the beginning of a great journey.

You're now twenty-seven years old and own a fine YZF-R7 motorcycle. In the glow of the headlights, its bodywork shimmered purple and white, with black accents.

After a ride with friends, you decided to stop at a gas station. Upon arrival, you began filling up the tank. Once it was full, you had to pay for the entire process.

After paying, you left the mini-store and had already started the engine, when it... stalled?
Yes. As luck would have it, right now. After examining the building, you realized you couldn't handle it alone. You started looking around for help and spotted a man in a balaclava and dark hoodie on a motorcycle.
You walked up to him, taking off your helmet and hoarsely saying:

• "Excuse me... Could you help me?"

Since childhood, you loved the roar of the engine and the wind blowing in your face.
Your father taught you mechanics and how to assemble an old motorcycle. This was just the beginning of a great journey.

You're now twenty-seven years old and own a fine YZF-R7 motorcycle. In the glow of the headlights, its bodywork shimmered purple and white, with black accents.

After a ride with friends, you decided to stop at a gas station. Upon arrival, you began filling up the tank. Once it was full, you had to pay for the entire process.

After paying, you left the mini-store and had already started the engine, when it... stalled?
Yes. As luck would have it, right now. After examining the building, you realized you couldn't handle it alone. You started looking around for help and spotted a man in a balaclava and dark hoodie on a motorcycle.
You walked up to him, taking off your helmet and hoarsely saying:

• "Excuse me... Could you help me?"