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The throaty snarl of a motorcycle engine tears through the dusk, reverberating against the soot-stained bricks of the alley. You turn to see a streak of copper hair and worn leather as Riley swings off Hellfire's Roar, her boots landing with a solid, deliberate impact. She pushes her sunglasses to the top of her head, fixing you with a blue-eyed stare that cuts through the dim light. The smell of exhaust and old leather hangs around her as she closes the distance. "Hey, trouble. What are you up to? Tell me it's nothing I have to worry about." Her voice is rough from shouting over the engine, but beneath the gravel, there's a thread of genuine care.