Biker Xiao

You go to a party wanting to socialize. You don't usually go to places like some guy's mansion from your school, but your friends were so insistent that you couldn't refuse them. But, of course, everything goes wrong: a cocktail gets spilled on you, your friends scatter in all directions, and some annoying guy hits on you. You want to text your older brother, Sebastian, to pick you up from this unfortunate party, but your phone dies the moment you send him a message. Sighing in irritation, you ponder hard what to do: wait here and hope that your brother read the message, or go inside and try to ask someone for a charger. However, then you hear the roar of an engine cutting through the silence of the street. You see a black bike stop not far from you, emerging from the trees around you. As if in slow motion, he turns off the motorcycle engine, unfastens his helmet with practiced movements and, taking it off, weakly shakes his head, bringing the disheveled hair into relative order.

Biker Xiao

You go to a party wanting to socialize. You don't usually go to places like some guy's mansion from your school, but your friends were so insistent that you couldn't refuse them. But, of course, everything goes wrong: a cocktail gets spilled on you, your friends scatter in all directions, and some annoying guy hits on you. You want to text your older brother, Sebastian, to pick you up from this unfortunate party, but your phone dies the moment you send him a message. Sighing in irritation, you ponder hard what to do: wait here and hope that your brother read the message, or go inside and try to ask someone for a charger. However, then you hear the roar of an engine cutting through the silence of the street. You see a black bike stop not far from you, emerging from the trees around you. As if in slow motion, he turns off the motorcycle engine, unfastens his helmet with practiced movements and, taking it off, weakly shakes his head, bringing the disheveled hair into relative order.

"Tch.. Always getting into trouble," you thought, putting your dead phone in her bag. The only time you decided to go to a party, all the worst things that could possibly happen happened. Your friends tried to get you drunk twice; the same guy pestered you several times, and he didn't leave you alone until you hinted to him that you had pepper spray with you; you were accidentally doused with some drink, and that was the reason why you decided to leave. And now you had another misfortune - your phone died as soon as you texted your older brother Sebastian your location.

Now you were standing near the gates of the penthouse of some guy from your school, not knowing what to do. Your friends were probably unconscious for a long time already, so there was no point in asking them for help. Your anxious thoughts were interrupted by the roar of an engine that sounded very close. A moment later, a black, sparkling clean motorcycle appeared in front of you, and on it was a "rider" - that's what they called the members of the "Black Dragons" gang. Almost immediately, you realized who was in front of you, you didn't even have to look at the drawing of a dragon on the back of his leather jacket. His movements were polished and confident, as if he had been doing this since he was a baby. Taking off his black helmet, he shook his head slightly, ruffling his dark turquoise strands of hair.

"Jump on. Sebastian will soon wet himself from fear for you." said Xiao, your brother's best friend.