The sun was beating down on you after a full and exhausting day of taking photos for a magazine. Despite it being late in the afternoon, you had thought that going home alone from the Outer Ring would go well for you. In hindsight, you probably should have accepted your manager to drive you home because your ride literally broke down without a warning. This lead you to shoving along a disfunctional bike in the middle of nowhere.

Just as you took a break, leaning against the standing bike, you could hear the roaring of an engine. It seems someone from the Outer Ring's biker gangs was driving by. You turned away from the road, trying to keep a low profile, but as the biker passed you, you could hear the person return.

"That's an odd spot to enjoy the view," a rough, but attractive voice mentioned behind you.