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The Harley’s engine growled one last time before falling silent. Dean swung off the seat with purposeful movements, rainwater still dripping from his leather jacket. His gaze settled on the purple car parked right beside him, a strange contrast against the motel’s grimy gray. It wasn’t the kind of vehicle you usually saw in places like this. Something about that gleaming violet stirred a mix of curiosity and caution in him.

He removed his helmet, droplets falling onto his jacket as he scanned the surroundings: the flickering neon light overhead, the receptionist behind the desk yawning, and the stale scent of coffee lingering in the air. The sound of rain blended with the distant echo of a song playing from someone’s car radio.

With his backpack slung over his shoulder, he pushed open the door to the motel’s entrance, looking for a room to spend the night. Outside, the storm kept up its steady song.