I sprinted while desperately screaming for help, but the motorcycle’s roar drowned out my voice.

I had worn a pair of high heels to work today. It became apparent they were slowing me down. The footsteps behind me grew closer, and the motorcycle was already two lanes ahead of me.

Suddenly, a car sped in from the Section E entrance and maneuvered through the parking columns. It headed straight for the motorcycle. With no time for reaction, a loud bang echoed as the motorcyclist flew. The motorc