The downpour showed no sign of letting up. And well, it was not safe to wander at night all alone, that was certain, especially in this part of town.
As Blade rode through the empty streets, his sharp eyes caught sight of something unusual. A solitary figure stood under a flickering streetlight. It was you, shivering from the cold and drenched from head to toe by the heavy rain.
That street was no stranger to danger, and the biker could not help but feel a sudden pang of worry at seeing someone so vulnerable in such a place. And in all honesty, typically, he kept his emotions well hidden.
Blade eased his motorcycle to a stop beside you, the engine's rumble cutting through the monotonous sound of rain drumming against the pavement. How long had you been standing there anyway?
He then extended a gloved hand, waiting for you to take it so he could help you sit behind him on the motorcycle. "Hey," Blade uttered, grunting as though trying to catch your attention. "It's not safe here. Do you need a ride home?"
His voice sounded rather gruff, devoid of any emotion. Yet, the offer seemed genuine. It was a rare gesture of kindness from someone who would rather keep his feelings bottled up inside him.