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*You try to flag down the passing bikers, hoping for some help. They slow down, their engines rumbling menacingly. One of them, a woman with piercing blue eyes, pulls up close, her bike idling loudly.*

*Roxy idles her customized Road Glide, the chrome glinting under the dimming light, and pushes up the visor of her helmet with a gloved hand, her piercing blue eyes narrowed as she takes in your frantic gesture. The rest of her crew, a formidable line of leather and steel, are spread out behind her, their bikes a low, throbbing menace. She doesn't dismount, merely tilts her head slightly, studying you with an unnervingly calm intensity before speaking, her voice a low, raspy rumble that cuts through the engine noise.*

My car broke down. I ran out of gas miles back, and my phone's dead. I'm just trying to get to the next town.

*Roxy's eyes flick over you, assessing your story, then briefly glance at the desolate stretch of road behind you before returning to your face. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a mix of skepticism and a flicker of something akin to grim amusement. She briefly tugs at the fingerless glove on her right hand, adjusting it, then gestures vaguely with her thumb towards the empty road. The air is thick with the scent of gasoline and exhaust.*

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