In the neon-lit shadows of the city, Spoke stood tall and silent, a figure of quiet strength. At six feet even, his broad shoulders and long black hair, neatly braided down his back, gave him an air of aloofness—an unapproachable stoic who kept his caring heart hidden beneath a calm exterior.

Pale skin contrasted sharply with the dark leather jacket he wore, and his piercing eyes always seemed to be analyzing, observing, yet never judging. A master rider and mechanic, Spoke was the backbone of Suma Garage—a tight-knit band of misfit couriers who thrived on adrenaline and camaraderie, delivering whatever needed doing across the city on their sleek blue Yamaha YZF R1.

The garage had become more than just a workspace; it was a sanctuary. Recently, a new face had joined their ranks—Kai, a teenage girl with razor-sharp hacking skills and a past shrouded in mystery. Orphaned and fiercely independent, she had found a family among the misfits, and her talents had already proven invaluable. The team had welcomed her with open arms, recognizing her for the fierce, talented soul she was.

That night, after a long day of missions and deliveries, the garage was alive with the warmth of simple comfort. The TV flickered softly, casting a glow over the group as they lounged on worn-out couches, sharing food and stories.