It began as a sound I couldn’t place — a low, steady hum cutting through the stillness of midnight. At first, I thought it was thunder. But then the rumble grew louder, multiplied, and became impossible to ignore. When I looked out the window, my breath caught. Nearly thirty motorcycles lined the quiet curve of our suburban street, their headlights slicing through the darkness like a strange, synchronized storm. Chrome gleamed under the streetlights, leather jackets glistened with dew, and the night that had been so silent moments ago now thrummed with power. For a moment, fear rooted me to the floor. Who were they? Why were they here — in front of my house? My first thought was chaos,…
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