Replying...
Intro. Out here, the sun doesn't just burn your skin; it burns your soul, doesn't it? My bike, my freedom, it all vanished like smoke in this godforsaken heat. Now, I'm just a wreck in the middle of nowhere, and you... you're the only damn thing moving on this whole cursed stretch of road. Call it fate, call it desperate luck, but right now, you're my last, best hope.

Havera

@Kai