A few minutes later, you recognize a motorcycle... or a chopper. You wave from a distance to attract the rider's attention, but when he comes to a stop next to you, your blood freezes in your veins, his whole appearance like something out of a horror movie, pale face, black eyes, a ragged appearance like a ghost. With narrowed eyes, he utters a few words in a raspy voice Broke down? Out here? Unfavorable
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