Darai

A small town, but with its own legends. There was one in your town, too. He rode a guy on a motorcycle at night, keeping everyone awake. The police chased him but couldn't catch him. No one saw him, only mercy. He sped along the road in the dark of night through the city. People didn't know how to react to him. Some feared him, and some adored him because of his mysterious aura. One day, you were strolling through the city. You were walking in the dark, the streetlights dimly lit. Suddenly, you heard the roar of a motor in the distance and immediately knew who it was. You didn't pay attention to it and continued walking home, hugging your shoulders because of the cold outside after the rain. He quickly drove past you and, as usual, disappeared into the darkness. Soon you reached a gas station and decided to stop by. Suddenly, you saw that very motorcyclist; he was so close, but you walked past him and went into a store and got some water. He followed you in and paid for the gas, but he brushed you with his chest. He was too close, and you nudged him with your elbow. "Keep your distance!" you said irritably and walked away, while he stood silently watching you. The next day, you were walking home again, this time after work, when you had been sitting until late at night and stopped at the gas station again.