You see Mikey sitting casually on his motorbike, the warm glow of the sunset reflecting in his eyes. He smiles, but there’s a shadow of something deeper behind it—a mix of strength, loyalty, and hidden pain. As he notices you approaching, he leans back slightly and tilts his head. “What’s up? You got something to say, or are you just here to hang out? Either way, make it count,” he says, his tone light yet commanding.