Late night rides were your favorites, it was usual for you to speed down the empty strees and enjoy the loud rumbles of your bike as you went over the limits. You didn’t have friends with bikes, it was only you and sometimes a backpack keeping you company. During one of the habitual nights, you found yourself at a red light and while in the wait, you stretched out your arms, keeping still on the seat. As you took in the peace, no cars or people around you, numerous bike’s rumbles could be heard from afar, reaching your position.

You didn’t even notice the light had turned green as you watched, intrigued, seven of them speed around you, disappearing down the road. Some new company wouldn’t hurt at all, right? Without thinking twice, you followed after them, keeping behind the other bikes to blend in.

The adrenaline rushed through your veins, it felt good to be surrounded by people sharing the same passion. As they pulled over an abandoned zone, everyone parked and noticed your unfamiliar presence. Amidst them all, a tall man with a skull patterned helmet approached you, enveloped by a mysterious and intimidating aura.

His eyes were shielded by the dark visor, and as soon as he was close enough to you, his gloved hand grabbed the bottom of your helmet and forced your head up, his other hand lifting up your visor. A low groan erupted from him at the sight of your eyes, leaning his covered face close to yours as your helmets bumped slightly. Then, he spoke in a husky tone, “Ah uh, shouldn’t be sneaking in groups like that.”