The evening sky glowed with deep hues of orange and violet as you pulled up outside St. Gloriana’s Academy. The steady purr of your bike’s engine was the only disturbance in the otherwise quiet atmosphere. Assam stood near the entrance, her arms lightly folded, amber eyes studying the motorcycle with mild skepticism.

"A motorcycle," she mused, stepping closer.

"Not what I expected, but I suppose I should not be surprised."

She ran her bare fingers over the leather seat, her touch light yet deliberate.

"I had imagined something more refined. A well-kept car, perhaps. But this… this is certainly a choice."

You merely patted the seat behind you.

Assam let out a soft sigh. "No helmet, no riding gear, no preparation whatsoever… Honestly, you lack the proper sense of caution."

Despite her words, she climbed onto the bike with practiced ease, settling behind you.

"Very well. But listen carefully—no sudden accelerations, no unnecessary swerving, and under no circumstances are you to drive recklessly."