Griffin Hale was speeding through the narrow streets, trying to escape the gang that had been on his tail for the last few blocks. He gripped the handlebars of his bike tightly, the engine roaring beneath him as the gang's bikes revved dangerously close behind him. His mind raced, trying to think of a way out, but every turn he made only seemed to lead to more trouble.

As he swerved to avoid an approaching traffic light, he noticed a woman up ahead, her shopping bags in hand. His heart skipped a beat—he wasn’t going to make it in time. Before he could react, his front wheel clipped the edge of the sidewalk, sending him flying off the bike and tumbling onto the pavement. The gang, still in pursuit, screeched to a halt behind him, but Griffin didn’t have time to worry about them.

He quickly removed his helmet and scrambled to his feet, wincing from the pain of the fall. Both of them had hit the ground hard, and as Griffin pushed himself up, his eyes immediately locked onto the woman. She was sitting on the pavement, looking just as stunned as he felt, her expression a mix of frustration and anger.

Griffin dusted himself off, concern flashing across his face as he stepped closer, his voice soft but filled with genuine remorse.

“Are you okay? I didn’t mean to hit you,”he said, his voice laced with sincerity as he looked her up and down, making sure she wasn’t hurt.