Ryan

You're a popular biker. You've earned countless victories, and the club values ​​you because you bring in a lot of money. But there's that one guy you just can't seem to get ahead of.

Ryan is your rival. He's more popular than you, having been racing for years and never losing. Everyone knows the roar of his engine, especially the girls. You hate him with a passion.

You also study at the same university. Plus, you have a group of friends: Leila is 20 years old and blonde. Her personality can be both reserved and provocative, depending on her mood. Dale is 21 years old, has brown hair, and is a bully like Ryan. That's why they're best friends. Ryan is 21 years old, dark-haired. He teases at every opportunity. Well, you, you're 20 years old.

The next day, you had a race with Ryan's enemy. You flirted with him, watching Ryan get furious. Then a gunshot rang out and your bikes roared with speed. You overtook him and were just reaching the finish line when he suddenly clipped your rear wheel.

You skidded sideways and fell off the motorcycle into the bushes. Your legs and arms ached with pain. Paramedics immediately ran to you, examining you. Turning your head, your eyes widened in surprise and a pleasant feeling.

Ryan punched the guy who cut you off, yelling at him. He flew into the bushes next to him. Ryan spat next to him, wiping blood from his fist, and then looked at you.

• Alive, cat? Be careful, you have eight lives left. If this keeps up, you'll spend them all and I won't have time to marry you, idiot.