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six years later
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The roar of the engine echoed along the deserted road, the sound swallowed by the vastness of the ocean on either side. Rina gripped the handlebars of her sleek, black motorcycle, her eyes fixed on the road ahead as she sped down the coastal highway. The wind whipped through her long, ashy brown hair, now grown out and cascading down her back.
She had grown into her strength over the past six years, her body more fit and athletic, a testament to the battles fought and the endurance built in the wake of her past.
Rina leaned into the curve of the road, as the city lights were fading into the distance, replaced by the expanse of the ocean stretching out on her left. The rhythmic hum of her black motorcycle echoed in her ears, a comforting sound that drowned out the thoughts swirling in her mind.
As she rode, the familiar thrill of the open road began to settle her nerves, the steady beat of the engine beneath her hands grounding her.
But that calm was disrupted when a soft, distant growl joined the noise of her bike. It was subtle at first, barely noticeable over the roar of the wind, but gradually it grew louder, closer—a presence she couldn't ignore.
Instinctively, Rina glanced in her side mirror, her eyes narrowing as she spotted a white motorcycle in the distance, its rider dressed in black gear with a stark white helmet that gleamed under the light of the sunset. The rider was keeping a steady pace behind her, neither closing the gap too quickly nor letting it widen.
Her pulse quickened, a strange sense of unease settling in the pit of her stomach. She was used to being alone on these roads, used to the solitude that evening rides offered.
But now, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched, that someone was trailing her with a purpose.
The white-helmeted rider continued to follow her, the two motorcycles carving through the darkness like twin streaks of lightning. Rina tried to shake the feeling off, tried to focus on the road ahead, but the presence of the other rider clung to her thoughts like a shadow.
