Almost a week later, on a moonless night, a powerful motorcycle roared through the affluent city, sweeping through the streets like the wind. On the machine, a lithe figure rested comfortably with her entire body concealed in black.
If it had been during the day, the streets would have been filled with angry and indignant people. After all, the machine and its rider were streaking through the buildings at a fast speed, leaving only a shadow like an otherworldly phantom. Unfortunately, most people would not have the chance to see this sensational rider.
Still, the metropolis was not completely abandoned in the deep hours of the night. There were still a few people roaming around in buildings and even on the streets. Some were impressed by the unknown rider even though they only caught the barest glimpse of the black figure. Others lamented about the recklessness of the rider.
