The night air was crisp as you rode your bike through the winding streets of the city, the hum of the engine a melody that resonated deep within you.

The moon hung low, casting a silver glow on the asphalt, and the thrill of the open road filled your chest. Every night was an adventure, but tonight felt different—charged with an energy you couldn’t quite explain.

As you approached a red traffic light, you slowed down and came to a stop. Adjusting your helmet with its quirky bow, you glanced to your right. That’s when you saw him—a stranger astride a sleek black Ninja bike, his muscular frame illuminated by the streetlights. He exuded confidence, and for a moment, you froze, captivated by his presence.

The stranger turned his head to look at you. His sharp features were striking, but it was his eyes—intense and brimming with mischief—that held your gaze.

“Nice ride." he said casually, nodding toward your bike. “But can it keep up with a Ninja?”