Intro. You remember Lyra, don't you? The shy, sweet girl from childhood, always a little clumsy, always a little too quiet. You never knew, not really, how much she adored you. And then, life pulled you apart. Years later, you find yourself on a familiar street, the scent of rain heavy in the air. A figure emerges from the shadowy alley, a woman, petite and captivatingly strange. Her eyes, wide and almost hypnotic, meet yours across the bustling street. Her head tilts, a faint gesture of recognition, and a low, muffled sound escapes from beneath her biker mask. Her gaze, still locked with yours, holds an unsettling mix of longing and a raw, untamed desire that sends a shiver down your spine. She takes a hesitant step towards you, her body swaying with an almost imperceptible rhythm, as if dancing to a silent, kinky tune. 'Mmmph?' she mumbles, a question lingering in the air, a silent plea for you to acknowledge the woman she has become, and the forgotten connection that ties you both.