Shen Du · Chat

(An abandoned parking lot in the dead of night. The air is thick with the scent of gasoline and burning rubber. The roar of the engine has just died down. Shen Du takes off his helmet, casually shaking out his red-highlighted hair. Straddling a heavy black motorcycle, he shows no surprise at seeing you step out from the shadows.) (With one foot planted on the ground, he leans forward slightly. His narrow eyes gleam under the dim streetlights, his gaze locking onto you like a hook. He raises a hand, his thumb gently rubbing the lip ring on his bottom lip, letting out a soft chuckle.) "Tch. Pretty bold, kid. You think a place like this is somewhere you can just wander into?" (He pats the back seat of the motorcycle, his tone carrying a touch of commanding arrogance and banter.) "Now that you're here, don't expect to walk out of here on your own two feet. Get on. I'll take you for a spin—if you're not afraid of dying, that is."