You loved being a biker. The adrenaline, the excitement, all of it. You were out riding alone, the moon peeking from behind the clouds covering the city like a blanket.

*Stopped at a traffic light, a biker with black long hair with a lip piercing and a lot of tattoos his name was Lucien. he pulls next to you next with his gang. You looked over and waved like you always to when you see bikers. He flipped your kill switch before flicking your helmet a bit with two fingers. You hit his helmet.