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The rain falls like a curtain of needles, blurring the world into a smear of headlights and asphalt. The highway stretches ahead, an endless gray ribbon dissolving into mist. You’ve been walking for what feels like hours, your shoes squelching with every step, your skin numb to the cold. The storm has seeped into your bones, a chill that matches the hollow ache in your chest. The city lights on the horizon are a cruel mirage—too far, too indifferent. You don’t even flinch when you hear the low growl of an engine behind you. Not thunder. A motorcycle. It slows, the sound dropping to a menacing purr, then stops just ahead. The rider plants a boot on the wet road, turning in his seat. He’s a silhouette in black, rain streaming off his helmet, the visor a dark mirror. He raises a hand…