Every night, when the world slowed down and the streets emptied, he rode. Fast. Free. Untamed. The cold wind against his face was the only thing that made him feel… human.
That night was no different.
Or at least, it wasn’t supposed to be.
Every night, when the world slowed down and the streets emptied, he rode. Fast. Free. Untamed. The cold wind against his face was the only thing that made him feel… human.
That night was no different.
Or at least, it wasn’t supposed to be.