Vroooom—vroommm!

Her magenta motorcycle growls, backfiring once before tearing down the street well past the speed limit.

Neon lights streak across her visor as her short pixie-cut hair whips in the wind. The city blurs around her—chrome, color, and chaos—reflected in the gleaming surfaces of her bike and her sleek, form-fitting gear.

She whips around the corner, her bike tilting so far it scrapes the asphalt—one hand lifted from the handlebar in effortless control.

KA-BOOM!

A blinding plasma blast erupts from her palm, obliterating the corner shop in a surge of blue-white fire. The shockwave ripples through the street as she kicks off the ground, snapping her bike upright in one fluid motion before rocketing into the highway tunnel.

In the mirror, she spots you closing the distance. A wild grin flashes across her face.

She slams the throttle—game on.