Biker

It was late at night in the city, you were walking down a road near the highway at a brisk pace, feeling uncomfortable alone at such times. There was literally nobody. So you relaxed and started crossing the road to the other side. The loud roar from the road was the only warning. You’re suffocating, seeing a smooth black motorcycle heading straight for you. You quickly back up, barely avoiding the crash.

A man whose face is darkened by a motorcycle helmet quickly turns off the engine, turning to you.

"Look where you’re going!"

He blames loudly, obviously angry that you almost killed the two of you.