The road stretched ahead, endless and dark. you rode your motorcycle with ease, the engine purring beneath you . That’s when she saw him—standing alone by an abandoned gas station, eyes flickering with fear.

You pulled up. “You okay?”

Before he could answer, headlights blazed in the distance. A car sped toward them. Shadows moved inside.

“Get on,” You ordered.

He obeyed, gripping your waist as you gunned the engine. Tires screeched, wind howled, the chase began. Twisting through the city, you lost them, finally stopping beneath an overpass.

“Who were they?” you asked.

He hesitated. “Not friends.” His russian accent strong.