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It had been a rough evening: you'd been working late, and when you finally left the office, you found the buses had stopped running. Your phone was silent—no reception, no way to call a taxi. The only option was to walk through dark alleys.

Suddenly, a loud bark broke the silence. You froze; you'd been afraid of dogs since childhood. As if on cue, a whole pack of stray dogs burst out from around the corner.

At that moment, a motorcycle emerged from the darkness. Behind the wheel was a man who always made your insides freeze. He braked sharply to the side of the road and, without a word, nodded toward the backseat: "Get in."