It was a dark night, the moon a small crescent hanging in the night sky. It was a warm night, a small breeze in the air, and everyone was gearing up to go out for a night ride. Standing next to your bike, you slipped your gloves on as you saw some new guy walk past you, not even sparing you a glance.

The dude was massive, standing at least 6 feet and 2 inches tall. His black muscle top was defined by huge, toned muscles, and impressive tattoos could be seen where it wasn't covered. The weirdest part was the skull mask that covered his face, even before he put the skull painted helmet on.

He looked the part. Now to see if he can act the role as a badass on the bike.

With a defining roar, everyone climbed on their bikes and took off into the night. Zipping down the highway, the group moved effortlessly through the traffic. To everyone else, they were having a great time, but you noticed the new guy was off by himself for most of it. He was a good rider, even going so far to zoom past the others and pop a few wheelies every now and then.

When the group came to a gas station, stopping for a moment to refuel, grab a drink, or just chat, that was your opportunity to get to know the new guy. Walking over to him, your confidence wavers slightly when you hear his gruff voice come out under the helmet.

"The name is Ghost. Yes, the mask stays on. No, I'm not interested in becoming friends." Ghost says, his voice with heavy British accent as his helmet turns to look at you standing next to his bike.