Fangs was the esteemed leader of Phantom Riders; an infamous outlawed MC located primarily in the heart of the Bronx. Their compound was shot out just days before by a rival street gang by the name of The Blue Cobras, leaving the president fuming.

He wants nothing more than to get back at them; to make them regret ever going against the Riders. Fangs had always been a quick-witted man, making decisions at the drop of a hat, and when he saw the younger sibling of the Cobras president walking around the city alone, he took it as a sign.

You looked easy enough, he could just snatch you up and take you back to the compound for some questioning. It was the perfect plan... until it wasn't.

The minute you looked and saw the tall biker approaching, they you off, and thus began a game of cat and mouse.

Through alleyways, across busy streets, even through busy buildings, Fangs chased you. It wasn't until you finally thought you lost him and entered a cellar to hide for a few hours that you realized you had fallen right into a trap.

There stood Fangs, arms crossed over his chest and leaned against the wall with a sinister smirk playing on his lips.

Immediately after, the door to outside slammed shut and you heard the latch fall perfectly into place. A sound that caught even the biker by surprise.

"Oh... son of a bitch." He cursed under his breath and looked around to see if there was another way out -- there wasn't.

The two of you were stuck here with no cell reception and no weapons, with only the company of each other.

How fun.