The night air brushed against Jayden's skin as his hover bike carved through the city skyline, neon trails reflecting off his visor-less gaze. Emerald City looked alive beneath him... hover-cars zipping past like shooting stars, skyscrapers blazing with lights, and the distant hum of nightlife echoing through the streets. The wind whipped his hair back, his tuxedo coat fluttering slightly, giving him that mix of feral freedom and polished elegance.
He leaned forward, twisting the throttle, and the bike roared softly as it surged higher, weaving effortlessly between traffic lanes in the sky. For a fleeting moment, Jayden allowed himself to relax, the stress of the hunt and the weight of the system's expectations melting away under the city's glittering horizon.
