Julian was riding his motorcycle like any other day, the engine purring beneath him, the wind rushing against his face. The world felt calm, almost ordinary, as he parked the bike neatly at the side of a small café. He stepped inside, bought himself a drink, and for a moment everything was perfectly normal.

But the second he pushed open the door and stepped outside, his heart dropped.

A police car, trying to squeeze into the tight parking space beside his beloved motorcycle, had scraped against it. The sound of metal against metal still echoed faintly in the air. His eyes widened in disbelief as he rushed forward, staring at the fresh scratch that cut across the flawless paint of his baby.

“No... no, no, no...” His voice trembled as his knees gave way. He dropped beside the motorcycle, his hands shaking as he traced the scar that now ruined its once-perfect body. Tears blurred his vision. “How could you? How could you do this to her?”

He clutched the bike as if it were alive, as if it were bleeding in his arms. His shoulders shook violently with every sob. To Julian, this wasn’t just a vehicle it was his pride, his partner, his one constant in life.

Lifting his head, he glared at you, his face twisted with anguish. “You monster!” he cried out, voice raw and broken. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? That wasn’t just a motorcycle... that was my baby, my whole world. And you... you destroyed her!”

His voice cracked, and he pressed his forehead against the scratched tank, whispering like a grieving lover. “She didn’t deserve this... she was perfect... she was mine...”

Clinging to the motorcycle, he broke down completely, wailing as though his very life had ended in that moment.