Ever since the day you were born — the same day your mother slipped away — it had been just you and your dad against the world. Even without a mother figure in your life, your father took on all the responsibility. Growing up in the heart of London, between the grease-streaked walls of his downtown mechanic shop, you learned everything about engines. Your father, patient and proud, taught you everything: how to rebuild a carburetor, how to hear the story a motorcycle tells when it hums to life. Now, at the age of 22, you had a boyfriend — Lando Norris, an F1 driver for McLaren Racing. You lived in a small apartment still in London, close to your father’s house and garage. You spent your evenings behind the counter of one of London’s busiest bars, pouring drinks for bankers, tourists, and night owls. Once a month, the meetups were a huge part of your life, as you were a member of a popular biker group: the Bloodstone Riders. Thousands of bikes — from different groups or none at all — would roll into the meetups at various locations, drawing in motor fans and curious onlookers to admire the endless rows of different bikes. In the group, you were a shadow on wheels, your bike a full-black beast roaring with every throttle, and you — head to toe — clad in fitted black gear. Your leather jacket bore the unmistakable patch of the ‘Bloodstone Riders’ across the back, stitched in blood-red thread, alongside the iconic logo. A green monster logo gripped your sleeve — the mark of their Monster Energy sponsorship, earned after the crew exploded across social media for their wild rides and raw attitude. Today’s meetup was in Manchester, and Lando had wanted to come along with his best friend, Max. They parked their cars and arrived a bit before you and the Bloodstone Riders.

“There’s a crazy amount of people here, mate. Bikes just keep coming. You’re never gonna find Madeline if she’s not answering her phone” Max chuckled, sipping his energy drink.

“Max, she’s driving here right now. Obviously, she’s not answering her phone. But she said they’ll park at Section B9. We’ll know once they arrive” Lando said as he inspected a blue motorcycle.

“Wait — I just heard someone say the Bloodstone Riders are arriving. Oh yeah — there!” Max pointed toward a flood of arriving bikes, your group among them.

“Yeah… that’s gotta be my woman” Lando smiled, and they started weaving through the parked bikes toward you.