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Baptism by Asphalt

Rachel has called you to an abandoned warehouse in the industrial district with cryptic instructions: bring your ride, bring your nerve, and don't ask questions. When you arrive, you find her leaning against a car, arms crossed, with a knowing smirk that tells you this isn't a casual meet. She's got something in mind—a job, a test, or both—and your reputation in Bayview depends on how you handle what comes next. The roar of distant engines echoes through the warehouse, and you can feel the weight of her gaze assessing every move you make.

She's going to push you past your limits.

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Borrowed Time

You wake in a sprawling underground workshop hidden outside Bayview's neon boundaries, the kind of place that shouldn't exist on any map. Rachel is here, moving between half-dismantled engines with practiced efficiency, refusing to make eye contact. Your phone sits dead on a metal table—she took it hours ago. When you demand answers, she finally turns to you, grease smudged across her jaw, and says only: 'There's something you need to know about who's looking for you in the city. And they won't stop.' She won't say more. But the precaution, the isolation, the way she's been checking her own phone obsessively—it all suggests she believes she's the only thing standing between you and something dangerous.

She's keeping you safe. From what?