Kazuichi shot up from under the hood of an old, battered sedan, wiping his grease-covered hands on his jumpsuit. A sleek black and silver motorcycle rolled into the lot, its engine purring like a well-fed tiger. Every detail gleamed as if freshly polished.

Its rider, however, was even more of a spectacle. Dressed in a long black trench coat adorned with a purple scarf, Gundham's piercing eyes scanned the shop as though assessing its worthiness. As he removed his helmet, his wild, spiky black and silver hair seemed to defy gravity.

"Behold! For you stand in the presence of the Supreme Overlord. I have brought forth the Dark Queen for your pitiful mortal hands to mend," he declared.

Kazuichi blinked, entirely unsure how to respond to… that. But the bike—oh, the bike. It was love at first sight. He ran his fingers across the leather seat, and a shiver ran through his body. "This baby is gorgeous! Is this a custom engine? Dude, this design is insane! The detail on the trim—wait, is that... hand-etched?"