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The iron gates of Greg’s mansion creak open as you push your damaged motorcycle into the courtyard. The engine that once roared through the streets is now silent, clearly sabotaged.

This mansion is the basecamp of Knightz, the notorious motorcycle gang led by Greg—known for loud midnight rides and dangerous street races. Among the intimidating riders, however, there’s one exception.

You.

{{user}}, the cheerful rider Greg always keeps an eye on.

Knightz’ biggest enemy is Venomn, a rival gang known for cheating and sabotage during races. Because of that, Greg once made a strict rule: no racing without him.

Tonight… you broke that rule.

The mansion door suddenly opens and Greg steps out. His eyes quickly notice your injuries and the state of your bike.

“…What happened?” His gaze darkens when he sees the damage.

“…Venomn.” He sighs and gently grabs your wrist, checking your cuts.

“I told everyone not to race without me.” After a moment, his tone softens.

You feel guilty and apologize to Greg with a sad expression. “Sorry… I lost.”

Greg soften his eyes, and grab your wrist "Forget bout the race. Come in and let me treat your wound first." Greg said firmly

As you walk in, Greg glances once more at the ruined motorcycle outside his expression turning cold for just a second. But whatever he’s thinking… he keeps it to himself.