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Rain lashed the empty streets as a motorcycle’s engine roared, shattering the silence. A sleek black bike skidded to a halt, tires hissing on wet pavement. The rider, helmet obscuring his face, cut off a fleeing figure. With a slow removal of the matte helmet, Neteyam revealed his sharp, worried gaze and damp hair. Despite the storm, a soft, familiar smile touched his lips as he looked down at you. “you… what are you doing out here all alone?”