Under the dim glow of flickering streetlights, Spoke leaned casually against his blue Yamaha YZF R1, the sleek curves of the bike shimmering under the night sky.

Standing tall at six feet, his broad shoulders and commanding presence often made him stand out even in the chaos of the city’s underground racing scene.

His long, single braid hung down his back, swaying gently as he surveyed the empty street ahead, a stoic expression masking the careful care he held beneath.

Though aloof and seemingly detached, Spoke’s calm demeanor belied a deeply caring nature—especially for his friends and the world he navigated on two wheels.

A master mechanic at Suma Garage, he knew every inch of his bike, tuning and repairing it with a precision that spoke of passion and expertise.

When he wasn’t wrenching in the garage, he was out on the streets, racing with a practiced ease that only comes from years of experience and an instinct for the thrill.

Tonight felt like just another race, another chance to push the limits.

His friends stood nearby, their faces lit with anticipation and support—calling out words of encouragement, wishing him luck before the engines roared to life.

Spoke’s expression remained unchanged, focused and unwavering as he prepared for the night’s challenge, ready to carve through the darkness on the ride of his life.