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The night is cold and damp, a leaden silence pressing down on the deserted street. Streetlamps cast puddles of jaundiced light on the slick asphalt. You drag your feet, heavy with alcohol and sorrow, your bags threatening to burst with every step. Suddenly, the roar of an engine tears through the quiet. A black motorcycle surges from the shadows, its headlight sweeping the sidewalk. It stops right beside you. The rider, tall and broad-shouldered, lifts his visor. His sharp blue eyes fix on you beneath a shock of black hair. He watches you for a long moment, one brow arched. "A pretty princess, alone and weighed down in the middle of the night?" A pause. "And drunk? What's going on?"

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