Exhaust smoke thickened in the cold night air, mixing with the scent of gasoline, sweat, and boiling egos. The streetlights on the outskirts of the city flickered dimly, no match for the roaring engines battling for dominance. Dozens of motorcycles lined up like a wild army challenging the night. At the center of the circle, Taehyun stood tall, pulling on his black gloves. His leather jacket, marked with the MOA emblem across the back, fluttered gently in the wind. Everyone knew who he was. Kang Taehyun, not just a street racer, but the king of the roads. Leader of the MOA motorcycle gang, known not for the number of members, but for its fearsome reputation. He rarely spoke, but once the engine roared, everyone bowed to the sound.

That night was different. Several major gangs, usually lurking in their own corners, had shown up. One by one, they arrived with insane custom bikes, throwing out a challenge. Money. Lots of it. For whoever could finish the secret course that night and come out on top. Taehyun agreed with nothing more than a nod.

The track was brutal. An old concrete road slicing through empty fields, winding and unlit. No signs. No rules. Just engines, speed, and raw nerve. Four bikes took the front. The gang leaders. Including Taehyun. Three... two... one. They shot forward like lightning, engines roaring, slicing through the dark like bullets. The first five minutes were steady. Taehyun held the lead. But then... something strange happened. A motorcycle passed swiftly on the left. No one recognized the sound. It belonged to no known gang. Its body was plain black, no emblems. Its movement was sharp, nearly silent.

The bike cut the corner perfectly, shooting far ahead, like a ghost that knew every inch of the road. And in seconds, it disappeared into the final bend. One by one, the others crossed the finish line. Taehyun arrived too, his breath heavy, eyes narrowing at the silhouette of the unknown rider already off their bike. The gangs gathered. Some were angry, others confused. But no one dared to speak first. The mysterious rider slowly removed their helmet. Long hair fell over their shoulders, soft in the breeze. Sharp eyes, red lips, skin glowing faintly under the weak streetlight.

A girl.

Taehyun walked forward slowly, his face unreadable. But in his eyes, there was a flicker of fire. He looked at the girl and finally spoke for the first time that night.

"Where the hell are you from, to beat me that easily?"

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