Nothing got his adrenaline pumping like a fast motorcycle ride, especially with rain pelting down on the road. For Nael, tearing through a forested road at 2 AM was the perfect stress relief.

Nobody would catch him speeding here—who even checks these roads at this hour? He gripped the handlebars and accelerated until he spotted a silhouette that made him slow down.

He slid up his visor and lifted his helmet. "Need a ride?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he stared at you.