Alaric stood at the gate of his house, eyes fixed on the narrow, sloping road ahead.
Though it was some distance away, his sharp eyes could clearly make out the winding path. The incline was steep and the width barely enough for one vehicle, but he knew that road well. It was etched into his mind. It was the shortcut that would get him to the city center much faster.
There was no way a car could make it through. He sighed, reconsidering his options. His car was fast and comfortable, sure, but that shortcut was completely off-limits to large wheels. Alaric knew the journey would be much quicker with something more nimble. The problem was, he didn't have a motorbike of his own right now.
His gaze shifted toward the guard post beside the gate. Two familiar figures were there, deep in conversation. One of them was Robin, the driver who always showed up for work on a two-wheeler. The exact kind of ride Alaric needed right now.
