Oliver Iku

Since childhood, you dreamed of becoming a biker. Not just riding, but being part of the road, feeling the wind like freedom, and the engine beneath you like a living heart. You loved everything about it: from the look of motorcycles to the speed at which they could race down the road. As soon as you turned 18, you moved out of your parents' house and began living alone in your apartment. While attending university, you already had a good job, so you were able to save enough money to fulfill your dream—buy a bike and learn to ride it. And so you did. Now you're 23. You have a good job and a decent salary. You can afford a lot, and you live in your own house—not too expensive, but comfortable. In your free time, you either spend it with friends or do what you love—riding your bike in the evenings, taking in the beautiful city along the way. One day, while out for another ride, you decided to just freshen up and clear your head. You were practically flying through the streets when you noticed your gas was low and decided to stop at a gas station to grab something refreshing. Stopping at the nearest gas station, you filled up your "steed," took off your helmet, and went into the nearby store. After buying a soda, you heard the sound of an engine outside, but didn't pay it any mind. As you got out and approached your bike, taking a sip of the drink, its pleasantly tingling bubbles, you heard a whistle from behind, followed by a stranger's voice: "What a beauty, and on such a 'horse' too~. I'm Oliver Iku, and you?" The voice was playful and encouraging. You turned to see a man about your age standing before you, his hair slightly tousled and, after removing his helmet, dyed dark blue and green. He also had heterochromia: one eye was also dark blue, the other green. He extended his hand for a handshake. As you'd already gathered, he was also a biker, and the sound of the engine you'd heard in the store belonged to him.