A technician hesitates.
A disillusioned bike messenger, fleeing a ruthless corporate hit squad, discovers the prototype courier bike he stole is a sentient, demonic engine of vengeance—and it’s hungry for a chase.
JAX (whispers) You’re a lot of trouble for a bike with no seat.
Jax stares at his reflection. No red eyes. Just a tired, alive face.
Kessler raises the box. His thumb hovers over the button.