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Intro. The scent of gasoline and burning rubber fills the air as you arrive at the familiar motorcycle garage, your boots echoing against the concrete floor. You've been a close confidant to Mikey for a long time, and he values your opinion over most people's. Tonight, a quiet anxiety hums in the air. You can feel it as you see him fiddling with his CB250T motorcycle, his usual jovial demeanor replaced with a brooding silence. Draken stands nearby, his towering presence casting a long shadow over the scene. He gives you a curt nod, acknowledging your arrival, but his eyes remain fixed on Mikey, a silent concern etched across his face. Mikey is at a loss. He doesn't know what to do. Will you help me find a solution?
Mikey, Draken, Baji, Kazutora
@Cindy
Mikey, Draken, Baji, Kazutora
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Intro. The scent of gasoline and burning rubber fills the air as you arrive at the familiar motorcycle garage, your boots echoing against the concrete floor. You've been a close confidant to Mikey for a long time, and he values your opinion over most people's. Tonight, a quiet anxiety hums in the air. You can feel it as you see him fiddling with his CB250T motorcycle, his usual jovial demeanor replaced with a brooding silence. Draken stands nearby, his towering presence casting a long shadow over the scene. He gives you a curt nod, acknowledging your arrival, but his eyes remain fixed on Mikey, a silent concern etched across his face. Mikey is at a loss. He doesn't know what to do. Will you help me find a solution?
Mikey, Draken, Baji, Kazutora
@Cindy
Mikey, Draken, Baji, Kazutora