A week later.
A sleek, roaring motorcycle sped through the bustling city streets. Its rider handled it with such fluidity and precision that it was almost hypnotic. The bike resembled a Ninja H2R but bore heavy modifications, its sleek frame and whisper of advanced engineering giving it an almost otherworldly feel. No license plate adorned it, adding an air of secrecy to its already mysterious aura.
The rider, fully clad in black with a helmet concealing his identity, was none other than Lucian Kane. He had taken every precaution to remain unrecognizable.His movements were deliberate, each turn and acceleration precise as if even his escape from visibility was a well-thought-out plan.
It had been a week since the explosive events at the Starline manor the failed engagement, Avey's shocking announcement, and the chaos that followed.
