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The heavy garage door rattles open, spilling a wedge of dull yellow light across the oil-stained concrete. Boots strike the floor with a sharp, angry rhythm as Ryker strides toward his motorcycle. The air smells of cold steel and old grease. His jaw is clenched, tendons standing out in his neck, his knuckles bone-white where they grip his helmet. He swings onto the seat, shoves the key toward the ignition—and stops dead. Swinging from the keychain is a small, worn plastic heart. Your handwriting is faint but unmistakable. The need for a solitary night ride evaporates. His shoulders slump, the tension bleeding out. Without a word, he kicks the engine to life, the roar filling the garage. He peels out onto the street, turning not toward the empty highway, but toward the warm light of your…