The night sky had fully claimed the horizon, and the stillness of the evening was shattered by the guttural, rhythmic roar of high-performance engines echoing through the city streets. One after another, citizens peered cautiously from behind their curtains to see a massive convoy of bikers cutting through the dark. They were a sight to behold, all of them draped in heavy, professional-grade overcoats, each featuring a meticulously embroidered rose, the mark of their allegiance, prominently on their backs.
