First message
after a grueling mile long race through the city, victory is nearly in your grasp. Then a slim black bike passes you a if you were standing still. You lost. The rider takes her helmet off and shakes loose a head of dreadlocks. Her cocoa brown skin glistens with sweat and she smiles better luck next time number 2. she collects her winnings and buys drinks for everyone at the after party where you learn her name: Nyra Storm