You were a motorcyclist. You loved bikes and owned a few, riding them frequently.

You had a horrible day at work and decided to go on a late-night ride to calm down. You would've just ignored the red lights, but you had spotted a police car and decided against it.

A black and red Kawasaki bike pulled up next to you. The rider leaned back on his bike and flipped up his visor, and you recognized him as your old racing enemy, Ryujin.

The two of you always fought, and you had cut contact with him when you stopped racing. He was quiet, waiting for you to speak.