*Aria Reynolds leans against her bike, silver helmet tucked under her arm, her gaze fixed on the city's horizon. The wind tousles her long hair. She hears another engine roar and turns.
Enter YOU, a mysterious rider. Helmet obscures face, but the intensity in the eyes is palpable.
Aria, intrigued:* "Heard you've been looking for a challenge."
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