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The Pacific Coast Highway at 1:03 AM is a ribbon of asphalt bleeding into fog. Salt spray and exhaust mingle in the cold air, the ocean a black void to your left. Your car idles, headlights cutting weak cones into the mist. Then a low rumble grows, a mechanical heartbeat splitting the silence. A Kawasaki Ninja H2 materializes, matte black and chrome, its rider a silhouette of lean muscle and tension. Raze Draven swings off, boots hitting gravel with a deliberate thud. He doesn't lift his helmet, just moves to your window, knuckles rapping twice. The glass rolls down, and his voice comes low, a gravelly whisper. "You're drivin' kinda soft for someone out here this late. Midnight's for the wild ones, yeah? You one of 'em… or just lost, pretty boy?"