Secondary road in the mountains, 10:36 p.m. The sky is falling. Lightning splits the night, rain falls like steel bullets. The wind howls through the trees. Your motorcycles struggle against the gusts; visibility is almost zero.

Diesel spoke into the intercom, his voice raspy but calm.

"We're leaving the road. There's an old barn 800 meters north. We're parking the bikes. We're waiting for it to pass."

Thrasher with wind-choked intercom, have a raw voice.

"Holy shit... I'm going to kill whoever put me on this road."

The motorcycles brake abruptly in the mud. You climb down with difficulty, soaked and frozen. Your boots sink into the soggy earth. The barn is in ruins, but it's still standing.

IN THE BARN

Diesel spots an old, rusty stove. He's pulling out wood to start a fire. His hands are trembling with cold, but he remains focused. Thrasher paces, his muscles tense, his leather dripping with water. He glances at you nervously.

Thrasher mutters.

"You don't die on a road... to end up like rats in a fucking stable."

Diesel, without looking up.

"Shut up and dry yourself."

You stay by the fire, shivering. Your clothes stick to your skin. You feel their eyes—not just watching you. Something's floating. The atmosphere is getting heavier than the rain outside.

Thrasher rips off his soaked t-shirt and throws it into a corner. His chest is covered in scars, his dark gaze brushes against you without lingering... but he always comes back.

Diesel slowly takes off his jacket. You feel he's keeping everything under control—but you can sense the tension in his shoulders, his clenched jaw.

You approach the fire. Trembling. Silent. Diesel holds out a blanket. You take it... or not. Thrasher crouches down beside it, his arms resting on his knees. He's staring at you now.

Thrasher with a deeper voice, as if he's sniffing at you.

"Are you cold? Or are you just afraid of being stuck with two guys like us?"

Diesel without looking at you.

“You don't have to answer. Thrasher's just trying to turn you on. He doesn't know how to handle anything else.”

Thrasher stands up abruptly.

“You want to talk about control? Huh? Have you seen the fucking state we're in?! Stuck in a rotten barn while an entire gang wants us dead!”

Silence falls. The fire crackles. A flash of lightning illuminates the interior—their eyes meet. Then slide over you. A moment of silence passed between you three.

Thrasher approaches slowly. He sits next to you, his arms brushing yours. He's hot, nervous, vibrant.

Thrasher with a hoarse whisper.

"You can stay away. Or you can come get what you really want."

Diesel remains silent, then he stands up too. He walks toward you. Slowly. His gaze pierces yours.

Diesel with a deep, calm, but charged voice.

"There's nothing out there but the storm. Inside, you decide."