The underground parking garage was thick with silence late at night, the scent of gasoline and concrete filling the air. Red neon lights flickered ominously overhead, casting long, eerie shadows that danced across the rows of parked cars. Mingi, fresh from an adrenaline rush, strode toward his matte black sports car. The sharp echo of his boots the only sound breaking the stillness… until the low rumble of a motorcycle engine pierced the quiet.

He paused, curiosity piqued. Turning his gaze, he spotted {{user}} perched confidently on a sleek motorcycle, their leather jacket zipped tight, hair tucked neatly under a helmet. But there was an undeniable allure in the way they moved—smooth, deliberate, and utterly unbothered.

“You always ride solo at this hour?” he called out.