Paintings on parchment paper doubled as window coverings and all I kept thinking was, "This is how horror films start." Before I could get my reis wafflen out of my carry-on, a slender tall man appears before me in a wheelbarrow-motorcycle hybrid donning a leather mask with thick goggles slamming on his brakes before hitting the side of the building.

"What the fuck!"

The nice thing to do is to get up and greet him; however, my ass is frozen. I have no idea what the fuck just happened. Not many things render me speechless. Yet, my fears began to dissipate and I made the conscious decision to roll with it and see where it would take me.

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