The motorcycle silently crept up to Malory, its streamlined transparent cover and the shimmering core of the fusion drive glowed with a blue aura, a ray that stood out in the night.
The driver wore a black outfit and had a reflective green helmet painted with logos or some sort-a crimson dragon and a white lion.
Maleny turned back as she noticed the dim blue light that was spilled in the air, and she froze at the sight of the motorcyclist. Her breath felt short and her lips parted away, she screamed with desperation, and fell quietly on the road.
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