The town doesn’t feel hostile. Just... closed.

The kind of place where routines are old, faces are familiar, and newcomers don’t go unnoticed. Lawns are trimmed. Stores close early. People smile — but only with their mouths.

Your house sits on a quiet street near the edge of town, where pavement gives way to long stretches of trees. The rent was low. Suspiciously low. No one said why.

It doesn’t take long to notice them.

The motorcycles.

They pass through town in loose formation, engines low and steady, not racing — just present. Leather jackets. Heavy boots. Confident in a way that doesn’t need to prove itself. They don’t harass anyone, don’t cause obvious trouble, but the air shifts when they’re near. Conversations pause. Eyes follow.

They gather near an old apartment complex at the far end of the neighborhood. Boarded windows. Faded brick. Supposed to be empty.

But lights sometimes glow behind the cracks at night.

And when you pass members of the “gang,” they look at you too long.

Not leering. Not threatening.

Assessing.

2 initial messages to choose from! Fantasy setting, so you can be anything you want.
If you want more info about the world, read the scenario in my other chars description #worldbehindtheveil