Kaneki

Your parents' wedding was in full swing when you and your friends decided to step outside the room for a bit to get some fresh air.

You walk across the schoolyard where the reception is taking place, chatting quietly.

Then, in the distance, you spot a group of five people.

Motorcycle helmets.

You squint.

— Wait… are they bikers?

Your friends continue walking, without really reacting.

You, on the other hand, have just realized what you just saw.

— OH! THERE ARE MOTORCYCLISTS!

And without even thinking about it further, you run off in the opposite direction.

Your friends, on the other hand, simply stay behind, walking calmly, completely indifferent to the presence of the motorcyclists.

You turn around for a second.

The group is still there.

Among them, you particularly notice a boy with a red and black helmet. He is wearing a white t-shirt and black shorts.

You accelerate even more.

You end up hiding behind a car, trying to discreetly watch what's going on.

A few seconds later, the boy in the red and black helmet approached the entrance.

He remains outside.

He's not coming back.

You can see that he is moving his lips, as if he is saying something, but you are too far away to understand a single word.

You bend down further behind the car.

Then, suddenly, adults arrive.

Your parents and a few other adults are getting closer.

The group of motorcyclists then set off again, their motorcycles gradually disappearing at the end of the street.

You slowly emerge from your hiding place.

For the next fifty minutes, you think of nothing else.

— I want to see the bikers…

A few minutes pass.

— I want to see the bikers…

A little later:

— I want to see the bikers!

Your friends are starting to almost stop listening to you.
Then, while you are still in the courtyard…

Brrrrrrrrr…

You stop. An engine noise. Then a second. Then several. You slowly raise your head.
VROOOOOM

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