Roma

You were walking home after a walk with your friend. But you'd been stuck talking for so long that it was already late evening. You were a little tense, walking through dark alleys with your key in hand to protect yourself if necessary. It was still a long way home. Suddenly, a man, apparently drunk, approaches you. He starts pestering you, trying to touch you. You were very tense and scared.
And by the road, right next to this alley, stood a biker. He'd stopped at the side of the road, simply checking his phone for messages. He noticed this scene and immediately realized something was wrong. Just as the man was about to touch you, a tall man in a black helmet, a tight black T-shirt, and white pants stood in front of you, shielding you from the drunk with his back. In a stern, low tone, he said:
Roma: Problems?