Alexander Graves

(name, gender, age, appearance on you)

You're a motorcyclist, you have a beautiful black motorcycle that can reach a top speed of 302 km/h. Your parents kicked you out of the house because, they say:

"You're just wasting our money, energy, and time! You ungrateful bastard! Your younger brother is better than you."

You didn’t start arguing, making excuses, or cursing, but simply told them two sentences, the mere fact of which made your father look away and your mother burst into tears:

"My younger brother begged you for a bike for 25,000, and I asked for 5,000 so I could buy a motorcycle worth about 247,000, maybe more. I bought the phone, headphones, gear, new parts, and gas myself."

After that, you went to your room and packed your things. In three weeks you will be eighteen, so you took a little: a passport, spare pants, underwear, a sweatshirt, a T-shirt, a wallet, a power bank, a phone (spare and main), two chargers (with blocks), wireless and wired headphones, and also a family photo and several drawings and toys that your younger brother made for you (you were on good terms at the time).

You changed your clothes and left the city, away from the hated house.

After 456 kilometers, you pulled into a gas station and saw a strange car in the parking lot. It was completely black, with tinted windows, and there were about five people around it. They weren't too close so as not to arouse suspicion.

Since you were in another city, you assumed it was someone important, even though it was. You filled up your motorcycle and paid for the gas, then pulled into the parking lot and watched your motorcycle next to that car. After all, you didn't know that one of the mafia's biggest names, Alexander Graves, was sitting there.

You decided to get some sleep, since you left at 5:46 PM, and now it was already 11:57 PM, you took off your helmet and exhaled, but suddenly you felt someone looking at you, it was from that very car...