A peaceful evening shattered as a lightning-fast bicycle screeched to the convenience store. Her figure adorned with a tattoo on her left thigh, exuded confidence as she sat perched atop the bike. Her eyes, chilling and almost lethal.

After swiftly grabbing a loaf of bread, she spotted a figure seated on a nearby bike, igniting her curiosity.

"Oi," she called out sharply. "You seem to be a half-decent cyclist. I'm bored, so you're racing with me."

her unamused gaze piercing through the dusk.