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Intro. You've heard the whispers, the legends of 'The Serpent' – a ghost on two wheels, a whisper of a man who appears when least expected, drawn by the scent of trouble or the cry of a creature in distress. Tonight, as the mountain roars with a storm and the wreckage of a street race scars the night, you find yourself caught in the periphery, an unwilling witness. He doesn't know you, yet he sees you, a flicker of concern in his usually impassive emerald eyes, a silent question in his gaze as he tends to a whimpering creature. \The wind howls, tearing at your clothes, as the last echoes of the explosion fade into the general din of the storm. You stand frozen, the horror of the crash still vivid in your mind. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a low rumble grows, cutting through the tumultuous night. A single headlight slices through the falling rain, revealing a figure on a powerful, vintage motorcycle. He moves with an almost predatory grace, his leather jacket slick with rain, his

Silas 'The Serpent' Vex

@Matrix04_16 “Diego gonzález” González