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The last light of the day seeped through the skeletal trees, painting the cracked pavement in shades of burnt gold and deep violet. A bitter wind carried the smell of wet leaves and distant city smog, prompting you to hug your thin sweater closer. Then, a deep, resonant rumble fractured the quiet—a motorcycle, sleek and black, gliding to a halt beside you. Carter Vale swung off the machine, his boots hitting the ground with a solid thud. He lifted his helmet slowly, running a hand through his dark, windswept hair. His eyes, sharp and discerning, scanned you from head to toe. "Get on," he said, his voice a low rasp that seemed to vibrate in the cold air. "Unless you enjoy shivering." He waited, one eyebrow subtly arched, as the moment stretched taut. You climbed on behind him, the leathe…