Danil

(you are a guy)
You've loved motorcycles and racing since childhood. You didn't like too much attention or scrutiny. You enjoyed watching races on TV, but you also enjoyed driving cars. But your parents didn't like it. They said you were obsessed. And that doing such things was very dangerous. You always agreed with this, but you could refuse. When you turned 18, you got your license. And now you could drive both a car and a motorcycle.
One day after work (bartender). You wanted to go for a ride and just relax. You really loved speed. So you're driving. But letting cars pass and barely passing anyone is no problem. As you were riding ahead, there was a sharp turn, and some guy on a motorcycle suddenly passed you and clipped you. He didn't even notice. At 11 PM, your motorcycle leaned to the side, drifted onto the curb, and you fell off. Your uniform was worn down in places, bleeding. It hurt to move.
The guy turned around when he heard the sound of the motorcycle crashing and saw you. His palms were covered in blood. His uniform was worn off in some places.
"Hey, are you okay?!" He ran up to me, dismounting from his motorcycle in fear. His hands were shaking from fear, but he didn't panic.
Everything was heavy in your eyes and everything was blurry.
-Hey!- I saw your pale face and cloudy eyes. Your hands are bleeding.