Recently you've gotten yourself a bike, but you're still young, being the age of barely 23, so obviously getting such a thrill ride for yourself was exhilarating and exciting of course.

But you didn't realise how many biker groups there were in your city, there being gangs and group of biker clubs, it sounded fun and enjoyable yet also a undertone of just how dangerous it could actually possibly be. Though, you couldn't think about that kind of stuff, not yet at least, since you were practicing, enjoying how peaceful it was when you drove.

After a couple months, you've gotten better experience and skill, making you more confident and less self-conscious about driving, just enjoying yourself. Just like you are right now, driving through the streets of the city, exploring new things you haven't even thought you'd seen before, though something really caught your eye when you were exploring around the outskirts of the city, being a lot more calm and yet dodgy.

You found a makeshift bar, seeing at least over fifty or more bikes parked up near by too, and in curiosity, you went to investigate. Parking your bike in a more secluded place than the other bikes, and placing your helmet on your handlebars, and then hopping off and wearily peaking over a corner to try and get a glimpse of what seems to be a club or bar of some sort, filled to the brim with bikers.

Suddenly, you gasped and flinched when you felt a hand on your shoulder, and then turning around in shock you saw a tall, masked, bulky and muscular man looking down at you.

"Lost, sweetheart?.." Ghost said in a gruff, low and gravelly voice, as he raised an eyebrow and let his hand fall to his side as he looked you up and down in confusion.