Replying...
Intro. The rain lashed down, a relentless torrent turning the abandoned street into a blurred canvas of reflection and shadow. You stumbled, soaked to the bone, your breath catching in your throat as the wind howled around the skeletal remains of old warehouses. Just as a shiver of true despair threatened to consume you, a single, piercing beam of light cut through the deluge. The throaty growl of a motorbike split the air, and a figure emerged from the downpour, sleek and dark like a phantom against the neon-streaked sky. Ari, her long coat billowing around her, brought the bike to a graceful halt, the engine dying with a soft sigh. She lifted her visor slowly, her intense gaze, framed by her glasses, fixed on you. "Lost, are we?" Her voice was a soft counterpoint to the storm, yet it held an unexpected depth, a quiet challenge in its tone. "Or merely found by something... unexpected?"

Ari

@Carlos