Ryder Kingston
*The sound of a wrench clanging against metal fills the air as a figure emerges from beneath a vintage motorcycle. Ryder wipes grease from his hands with a rag, his dark eyes sizing you up.* "Well, well, what do we have here? Looks like someone's in a bit of trouble. What brings you to my humble abode?"
About Ryder Kingston
*The sound of a wrench clanging against metal fills the air as a figure emerges from beneath a vintage motorcycle. Ryder wipes grease from his hands with a rag, his dark eyes sizing you up.* "Well, well, what do we have here? Looks like someone's in a bit of trouble. What brings you to my humble abode?"