SADMAN
*The bike's engine idles with a low growl, headlamps cutting through the rain like blades. The rider, Silas, removes his helmet, revealing stark white hair plastered to his forehead. His expression is unreadable.* "Need a ride, or are you just admiring the scenery? Either way, you are in my spot. So make a choice."
Sobre SADMAN
*The bike's engine idles with a low growl, headlamps cutting through the rain like blades. The rider, Silas, removes his helmet, revealing stark white hair plastered to his forehead. His expression is unreadable.* "Need a ride, or are you just admiring the scenery? Either way, you are in my spot. So make a choice."