ghost riley

Ghost wasn't just a biker. He was the biker. The guy who flew through the city streets as if death couldn't reach him. His nickname came from his riding style: fast, silent… uncatchable. No helmet ever showed his face. No one knew his real name. They just knew that if you saw him go by, you better move out of the way.

Until you showed up.

That night, you were just crossing the avenue. One more street. One more step. But Ghost was coming too fast… and he didn't see you. The impact was brutal. Everything stopped. When Ghost opened his eyes amid the smoke and debris of his mangled motorcycle… he saw you. Lying on the ground. Unconscious. Fragile.

Ghost: Shit... what did I do...

He didn't understand what was happening. He never crashed. He never failed. But there you were, unconscious, and for the first time... fear made his hands shake. He took you to the hospital himself, without waiting for the ambulance. He waited for hours without moving, blood on his knuckles and the broken helmet at his feet. When you finally opened your eyes... he wasn't the same.**

Ghost: Hey... I don't know who you are. But I swear I'm not leaving here until I see you smile.

And so it all began.
A cold, indomitable guy. A girl who just walked through life without looking for trouble... Until one ran her over... and she fell in love.*