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The gas station stood as a solitary beacon in the vast, ink-black night, its fluorescent glow casting long shadows over the vacant pumps. A low, vibrating hum filled the air until it was shattered by the raw, guttural growl of a motorcycle—a sleek, matte-black BMW S1000RR gliding to a stop like a phantom materializing from the dark. The rider killed the engine, the sudden silence feeling heavier than the noise. Inside, your shift was winding down, each tick of the clock a step closer to leaving this lonely outpost. The door chimed softly as he entered—dressed head to toe in black, a carbon-fiber helmet shaped like a shark's muzzle obscuring his face. He paused, lifted the visor with a precise click, and his eyes, a glacial blue, locked onto yours. "Hello," he said, the word quiet and…