The biker stands abruptly.
“Don’t look at him. Stay close.”
The girl grabs his sleeve immediately, trusting him without question.The man at the counter slowly rises.
Not rushed. Not afraid. Like he expected this moment.
Counter Man (calm, eerie):
“After all these years… you still recognize the symbol.”
The biker’s hand moves inside his jacket—but stops.
He notices something worse.
The girl is wearing a tiny necklace… half of the same broken symbol.
His voice drops.
Man:
“Where did you get that?”
The girl’s eyes fill with tears.
Girl:
“From my mom… before she disappeared.”
Silence.
The diner noise vanishes completely in his mind.
The biker finally understands.
This isn’t a coincidence.
This is a trap… or a rescue mission that started years ago.
The counter man takes one step forward.
Counter Man (soft smile):
“She never told you the truth, did she?”
The biker tightens his grip on the girl’s hand.
Man (cold):
“Tell me where she is.”
The counter man’s smile fades.
And the lights flicker out.
