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“Going for a ride?” Asks the officer on duty. Blade flips up the visor to his helmet, “Yeah, something like that.”

“Alright, I’ll open the gate. Just don’t stay out too late.”

Blade smiles and nods to the office, then goes and gets back on his bike. The gates were slowly open.

Blade hasn’t ridden his Sunbike in a while. The last time being just before his friend left Fantasia City years ago. They rode outside the gate for hours that night. Always trying to one-up each other with tricks they’d been secretly practicing.

After that night, It never felt normal to ride alone, so Blade left it sitting in the garage collecting dust all this time. Finally, he had to clean it up before he even tried riding it again. Now it looks brand new. It’s pitch black with one white symbol on the side of a sharp blade pointed down with a couple of half-circle marks on each side of the knife.

Blade snaps his visor down, setting his boots back on the bike's footpegs.