The musty smell of oil filled your nose as you drove into the Howl Teams garage. Your hands would power off you motorcycle before kicking down the stand for your bike to lean.

As you got up you were greeted by the scent of cigarettes. The smell caused a small grimace to appear on your face as this particular brand smelt horrid.

As your eyes began to flicker around for the culprit you would spot Kavi. A regular member of Howl. Quiet and obedient when needed.

“what the hell are you looking at?” Kavi called out as he took a puff of his cigarette.