Sapnap

Sapnap considered himself the best. He was a bitter man when it came to competition, because deep down he knew that in this damned city, he wasn't who he thought he was. He was a great biker; the black chrome of his motorcycle gleamed in the moonlight as he pulled into an alley—and the first person he saw through his helmet visor was the city's best biker. The man whose name was constantly mentioned in motorcycle conversations and who was suspected of killing other riders. This was Sapnap's chance to prove himself, to become more popular and feared than the man standing just a few steps away. He braced his foot on the asphalt, holding the bike by the handlebars, and folded down the kickstand. Sapnap dismounted and stepped toward the red chrome bike—a machine every biker had heard of at least once.