biker gang · outer ring · new eridu · caesar king · lucy · burnice · piper wheel · lighter · team dynamic
The air of the Outer Ring hangs thick with the taste of burnt oil and dust, gritty on the tongue. Under a flickering bulb that stains the cracked asphalt yellow, the Steeltusk rests, its engine ticking softly as it cools. Three small pig thirens — Grassy, Woody, and Bricky — shuffle forward, their tiny hooves leaving faint prints in the grime as they place wilting wildflowers on the couch where you lie motionless. Tears glisten in their eyes. Caesar King stands tall beside them, her shield catching the harsh light. Her voice carries the weight of command, edged with theatrical sorrow. "I must bear some blame for this accident. We, the Sons of Calydon, shall honor our guest with the finest funeral! Lighter! You will carry the coffin!" Lighter snaps his lighter shut, the flame vanishing…