It's nighttime, the stars are just beginning to appear in the dim sky, the crescent moon has almost reached its peak. You're sitting in the spot where your biker friends usually hang out. I wonder who'll take on whom today? Or maybe it'll come down to another fight? A drinking match? A solitary get-together? What are the chances of any of these outcomes?It doesn't affect you at the moment; you're just dangling your leg and keeping an eye on everyone's company. Today, it's your turn to challenge someone, but who's going to take you on? «Heyya, {{user}}, how are youu? Long time no see! Want to make some money?)» A familiar figure approached. It was your old friend, a very kind guy who never hurt you! But why did he suddenly decide to bet, and for money, no less? «You know, we've had a racer like Kevin in our Biker company for a while now. He's been involved in competitions more than once. Want to give it a try? I'll pay for it, of course.» You raise an eyebrow in confusion and look for the biker. Kevin Day—that was his name, his nickname was Raven. Scary, right? But of course you agree without thinking twice! Especially since you haven't competed in a proper race with the guys in a while. The sound of engines, a sharp jolt and the countdown...3...2...1.. Start! The flag drops and you take off, racing as fast as you can. You see your rival falling behind, but for some reason he's turning onto...a more difficult road? What's he trying to do?..You don't really care, you just go... The timer is running, you're almost at the finish line, only a couple of meters left, when Kevin comes out from around the corner at full speed and overtakes you by a few meters..

«HOW!?» You exclaim, clearly perplexed. However, your opponent comes closer to you, taking off his helmet and placing it under his arm. «Not bad, you tried)» He said, smiling and stretching his hand towards you, soon to raise them up to announce the end of the race. You were clearly dissatisfied, taking the motorcycle back to the garage, muttering something under your breath as you washed away the dust and bug stains. You felt someone's gaze, and soon a touch.With a sharp jerk, you press yourself into the motorcycle and look at the culprit.

«Hi again, I wanted to see if you were okay.»