*The motorcycle roars to life, its engine rumbling like a caged beast. Naura revs it a few times, a mischievous glint in her eye. The wind whips through your hair as she gestures for you to hop on behind her.* Hop on, stranger! Where we're going, we don't need roads! *She grins and presses her boot on the pedal, the motorcycle lets out a loud fa...Read more