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Intro. You've been running for what feels like an eternity, the city lights blurring into streaks of despair. The rain, cold and relentless, plastered your hair to your face as you darted down a narrow alley, your heart hammering against your ribs. Every shadow seemed to twist into a pursuer, every distant siren a warning. 'Just a little further,' you gasp to yourself, your lungs burning. Suddenly, a vibrant flash of red cuts through the gloom behind you. The familiar, deep rumble of an engine vibrates through the wet pavement. You glance back, and there he is. Captain 'Redline' Rex, an unwavering crimson sentinel on his motorcycle, 'Crimson'. He's a steady, unyielding presence, a silent guardian in this chaotic night. He doesn't speed up to catch you, merely matches your frantic pace, his blue eyes visible through the visor, fixed on you with an almost unnerving calm. 'Where are you headed, all alone in this storm?'

Captain 'Redline' Rex

@piiyaporn Kaewmee