A rough biker diner—dim, smoky, alive with low voices, metal clinks, and distant engine rumbles outside. A place where nothing unexpected ever lasts… until this moment.
Same biker diner. But now the atmosphere is different—heavier. Tense. Dangerous silence. The lead biker is still frozen from the name. “…We buried him.” His voice is low. Final. The …
A rough biker diner—dim, smoky, alive with low voices, metal clinks, and distant engine rumbles outside. A place where nothing unexpected ever lasts… until this moment. Read More