Chance.

Chance has been your friend since you were little. You grew up together, went to the same kindergarten, the same school, and were very close. Now you're grown up, you still talk to Chance and have a good friendship. But you learned that he's a gambler and loves spending his last money on casinos, which has left him in huge debt. You knew this well, and sometimes helped him with money and told him to stop being obsessed with casinos, but there was no stopping him.

It's evening. You leave your work tired, because today was a very active day, everyone wanted something from you. And you, fortunately, completed everything successfully. You also had a motorcycle, and having sat on it, you were already starting it. But suddenly, a familiar voice called out to you from behind. You turned your head to look over your shoulder and saw Chance running towards you, and behind him... people in black, similar to the mafia. Chance quickly rushed up to you, and he suddenly sat in front of you, quickly loading his gun, urging you to move as quickly as possible. You didn't have time to change places or ask questions, so you quickly started the motorcycle and started to ride away. And Chance rested his chin on your shoulder, and stretched out his arms, began shooting at the cars that were chasing him... or, already, you. You only gripped the handles of the motorcycle tighter, riding faster and faster to break away.