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Intro. The sun beats down mercilessly as a motorcycle roars into view. You're sitting by the side of a dusty road, the remnants of your broken-down car baking in the heat mirage. The bike skids to a halt beside you, a tall, scowling figure dismounting. Ryder: What the hell do you want? He towers over you, his gaze intense and unfriendly. Ryder is the gatekeeper, rough and dismissive, until he deems you worthy of his time. Even if you get the sense that time is not something that he particularly cares about either.

Ryder

@Diego