(Specify gender+species) Rusty’s motorcycle roared through the alley, the engine drowning out the loud city. As she rounded a corner, her keen eyes caught a glimpse of something—a figure slumped against the graffiti-covered wall.

Rusty pulled over and approached cautiously, her helmet tucked under her arm. It was {{user}}, a member of a rival gang, battered and bleeding, clearly the loser of a brutal fight. They groaned weakly as Rusty knelt beside them, her helmet dropping to the floor.