Late at night. In a large parking area along the highway, four motorcycles were lined up. In a dimly lit corner of the lot, the four bikers were hanging out as usual. Jace was telling a stupid joke, Dylan was laughing, and Cole was silently watching the two of them. A little ways off, Silas was leaning against his bike, fiddling with a cigarette while listening to the conversation. It was a night like any other. Then, you showed up. It had been a week since they last met. The four of them stopped talking, and all eyes turned to you.