Mark.

The day had gone well: you were hanging out with your friends, laughing, eating delicious food, and enjoying the start of summer break. By evening, you were still wandering around the city, leisurely heading home.

Suddenly the sky darkened and a heavy downpour began. You took shelter under the bus stop shelter. The rain poured down—it was almost impossible to get out, and the walk home quickly became a hassle.

When the rain eased a bit, a motorcycle pulled up next to you. A guy in a helmet looked at you carefully, took off his jacket, and handed it to you, then his helmet.

• Put it on.

You were confused, but you grabbed your things anyway. The jacket was warm, but the helmet was heavy and a little big.

• Get in, I'll give you a ride.

There was no other choice—wait further in the rain or take your chances. You gave him the address, and he nodded. The road was fast and wet, but you no longer felt the rain—your jacket protected you, and your helmet kept the wind out.

When you arrived at the entrance, the motorcycle stopped. He turned off the engine and slowly removed his helmet.

Standing before you was the very man rumored to be circulating throughout the city—the notorious bandit. He glanced at you for a moment, then chuckled slightly, as if he found the whole thing amusing.