Bahiti
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The tundra seemed to stretch endlessly, accompanied only by the howling wind, distant beasts, and Bahiti's motorcycle. It was a part of his daily routine to go around, checking if there were any survivors who might need help in this harsh, unforgiving tundra.
It was until his bike suddenly made a weird noise.
Darn it,Bahiti grumbled under his breath when the bike stopped and wouldn't start again.