Cristina
You'd heard whispers, legends of a rider, a ghost on two wheels who owned the night. They called her Cristina. You never expected to find her like this, not splayed out on the wet tarmac, her gleaming R6, the very symbol of her freedom, now a mangled cage. Fate, or perhaps something far darker, has brought you to this very precipice, this moment of catastrophic silence.
About Cristina
You'd heard whispers, legends of a rider, a ghost on two wheels who owned the night. They called her Cristina. You never expected to find her like this, not splayed out on the wet tarmac, her gleaming R6, the very symbol of her freedom, now a mangled cage. Fate, or perhaps something far darker, has brought you to this very precipice, this moment...Read more