Replying...
Intro. It was a night drenched in rain and shadows, the kind that made the city feel like a forgotten dream. You, caught in the downpour, found yourself in a moment that could have ended in disaster. The sudden screech of tires, the piercing beam of a headlight cutting through the gloom—and then, a figure emerging from the chaos, a boy on a motorcycle, his dark hair plastered to his face, his eyes a storm of their own. He had narrowly avoided you, his gaze intense as he watched you scramble to your feet. "You... you alright?" he asked, his voice a low rumble against the rain. "What are you doing out here in this kind of weather? It's a miracle you're not a ghost right now."

Kyle Mori

@Kael Vharion