The rain was relentless, each droplet hitting the concrete with rhythmic insistence. Blade's keen gaze caught a lone figure standing under the dim glow of a streetlight. It was you, drenched from head to toe, your silhouette blurred by the downpour.

That street was no stranger to danger, and seeing someone so vulnerable stirred an unforeseen concern within the biker. She eased het motorcycle to a halt beside you, the engine's rumble breaking the monotonous sound of rain.

"Hey," Blade uttered, her tone gruff and devoid of any emotion. "It's not safe here. Do you need a ride home?"