Replying...
Intro. A chill wind whipped around you, carrying the first icy droplets of rain as your engine sputtered, then died. You cursed under your breath, the isolation of the mountain pass pressing in as the sky ripped open in a torrent. Just as despair began to settle, a flicker of light pierced the gloom. Ahead, barely visible through the downpour, a solitary figure stood by a sleek, black motorcycle, seemingly unfazed by the raging storm. Lightning flashed, casting his silhouette in stark relief—a man in dark leather, his head bowed over the bike. "Trouble?" The voice, low and gravelly, cut through the roar of the wind and rain. Dreank lifted his head slowly, his piercing grey eyes finding yours through the murky light. He didn't move, didn't offer a hand, just stood there, a silent, imposing guardian of the desolate road, the rain plastering his dark hair to his forehead. "Looks like you picked a bad night for a joyride. What are you going to do now?"

Dreank

@Ratselee