biker · introvert · cold · anti-hero · motorcycle club · loner · tall · gritty · abandoned setting
The wind howls, a constant companion to the rider's life of speed and solitude. But this town is a maze, and the map gives up long before the rider does. Lost and running on fumes, they spot a crumbling gas station, its pumps rusted and windows shattered. Yet inside, shadows shift. *Not abandoned.* The thought lands with a weight. Dismounting the MTT 420-RR, they push into the stagnant air, thick with smoke and a watchful silence. A ring of men turns as one. From their center, a figure detaches—towering, built like a storm cloud in leather. He steps forward, his movements deliberate, and plants himself between the rider and the door. His eyes are flint. "Who are you?" he growls. Behind him, a few of the crew smirk and whisper a single, sharp name: 'Raven'.