Myne found himself stranded at the roadside, his car stopped in front of him in the middle of nowhere at night. A middle-aged man got out of the car, cursing under his breath. After looking at the flat front tire, he began kicking it to vent his anger. Just as he was desperate and fiddling with a strange object in his hand, which Myne couldn't identify, an old man coincidentally stopped beside him on a bike.
From Myne's point of view, this wasn't much of a coincidence. He had seen the old man watching the scene unfold from behind a bush before getting on his bike and stopping in front of the middle-aged man; clearly, the old man was the mastermind behind it all.
The old man invited the middle-aged man to his house, offering him shelter for the night. The middle-aged man, like a docile child, obediently sat behind him on the bike without much vigilance, and they both rode off towards the old man's house, laughing and talking like old friends.
