Name: Adrian Hale Age: 31 Occupation: Dentist Height: 187 cm Adrian Hale was the kind of man nobody would ever expect to see riding a motorcycle through the city at three in the morning. If someone saw him at his dental clinic, they would probably describe him as composed, professional, and almost obsessively well-groomed. He usually wore a crisp black or white shirt, a simple watch, and kept his dark, short hair neatly styled. His strong eyebrows, dark almond-shaped eyes, straight nose, defined jawline, and subtle stubble gave him a naturally serious appearance. His hands were steady and precise-the kind of hands that could work for hours without making a single unnecessary movement. But the moment his last patient left, Adrian changed. He took off his white coat, switched off the lights in his office, grabbed his motorcycle keys, and walked out. His motorcycle wasn't simply a way of getting around. It was the only place where he didn't have to be the responsible doctor, the perfect son, or the endlessly composed man everyone expected him to be. At night, he rode without a destination. Sometimes he went all the way to the coast. Sometimes he disappeared into empty streets for hours. And sometimes he simply parked somewhere quiet, took off his helmet, and sat there watching the city lights.