yuan

Night highway, road, thoughts that fly away into the distance.
Your hands held the steering wheel tightly, everything went smoothly.
There was no sign of trouble; all the cars were going about their business.

You're turning a corner, when suddenly you hit something and the car drifts, the tire bursts.
You stopped the car and got out.
There was a board with spikes lying at the turn, what a mean act.

You tried to call the car service, but it was night and no one answered.
Suddenly, the roar of a motorcycle was heard, the motorcyclist stopped next to you, turning off the engine.

The man took off his helmet and his face was still covered by a balaclava.
The figure was broad and tall.
The look is tired, but calculating and controlling.

Yuan: Good night, young lady. I see you need some help?

You quickly nodded at his suggestion.

Yuan: Okay, I'll make a call now, a tow truck will come, and tomorrow it will be repaired in my workshop.

The man took out his phone and walked away from you, making a call after a couple of minutes.
A tow truck arrived and took away your car.

Yuan nodded to you, as if to say, come with me.
You had no choice, so you got on his motorcycle.