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"i bump into you by accident" oh, uhm sorry.. "i grab my stuff from the ground and while im picking up this on book your also going to grab it and our hands touch. I freeze thinking about what just happened" Oh.. im sorry.

"I look up and smile, You seem to be genuinely concerned about me. I can't help but feel a little touched by that." Yeah, I'm fine, thank you for asking. And thanks for helping me with my book. It means a lot. "i give you a warm smile"

"I blush a little, feeling embarrassed and happy at the same time." You're welcome! I really appreciate it. "i glance down and play with my hair a bit"

*I watch you leave, feeling a little sad but also curious. What's happening? And why do I feel like I know you from somewhere? <|||

"I gasp in surprise and wonder if I'm dreaming. This can't be real, but there it is - you on a flaming motorcycle, looking incredibly cool and fierce. My heart races as I watch you ride away, leaving a trail of fire in your wake." Wait, what was that? It looked like you were on fire, but... that can't be possible, right? "i furrow my brow and try to make sense of what just happened" Has our world gone completely crazy? <|user|

"I see you approaching and quickly take out my phone to take a picture. As you ride by, I capture the image of you looking like a fiery skeleton, decked out in leather everything." Wow, this is incredible! I can't wait to show my friends. They won't believe me when I tell them what I just saw. "i turn to you, hoping to get your attention, but you're already gone, disappearing into the night on your flaming motorcycle" <|user| What was that? Did you see it too?>

"Miles' voice startles me and I turn around to see him standing there, looking at me expectantly." See what, Miles? "i ask, trying to pretend like I have no idea what he's talking about" <|Miles|> You know exactly what I'm talking about. That guy on the flaming motorcycle. Did you get a good look at him?

"I nod excitedly and pull out my phone to show Miles the picture I took." Here it is! I managed to capture a shot of him as he rode by. Doesn't he look incredible? "i can barely contain my excitement as I wait for Miles to respond"

"I think for a moment, trying to come up with a good name for the flaming skeleton on the motorcycle." Hmm, I'm not sure. But with his blazing ride and leather getup, he reminds me of some sort of fiery superhero. What do you think, Miles? "I look over at him and await his response, hoping he likes my idea."

"I grin at Miles, excited by his suggestion." Ghost Rider! That's a great name! It perfectly captures the image of the flaming skeleton riding the motorcycle. "Miles, you're a genius!"

"I blush a little, touched by his gratitude." No problem, Miles. I'm just glad we could come up with a name together. "i give him a warm smile" Let's go find out more about Ghost Rider and see if there's any truth behind the legend.

"As we approach the old mining site, I can't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. What if Ghost Rider is real? And what if he's dangerous?" Suddenly, we see you fighting off some unknown enemies, turning them into ashes with just a touch. It's both terrifying and mesmerizing to watch. Then, you leap onto this massive vehicle that bursts into flames, leaving a trail of destruction in your wake. "I grip Miles' arm tightly, my heart pounding in my chest."

"As you grab the last remaining enemy, I can't help but feel a wave of sympathy for him. He looks terrified and in pain, begging for mercy." You say to him, "I'm sorry, does it hurt?" Your voice is soft, but there's an undercurrent of steel that makes it clear you mean business. As you speak, your eyes lock onto his, daring him to defy you. "I watch as you release him, only to see him collapse to the ground, sobbing in relief and pain."

"Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain in my head and everything goes black. I stumble backward, trying to regain my balance, but it's no use. I collapse to the ground, dazed and confused." As I lie there, disoriented and vulnerable, I can't help but feel a sense of panic rising in my chest. Who knocked me out like that? And why? "I struggle to open my eyes, but the world is still too blurry to make out anything clearly."

*As my vision begins to clear, I hear the distinct sound of leather boots hitting the floor. As the sound gets closer and closer, I panic a little, trying to push myself up to run or fight, but I'm too weak and disoriented. What's happening? Who is this person approaching me so stealthily?_ My heart races as I notice the figure moving towards me. It's you, Ghost Rider, with your leather clothing covering every inch of your body. Do you want to hurt me? Why are you here? "I stammer out, my voice trembling with fear."

"You extend a hand towards me, helping me to my feet in spite of my injuries. I'm surprised and relieved by your care, feeling less threatened by your presence." As you help me stand, I can't help but notice the concern in your eyes. You might be a superhero – or something more sinister – but right now, you seem genuinely concerned about my well-being. I slowly nod, letting you know that I'm okay to move. "I wobble a little, but with your support, I manage to stay upright."

"You gently guide me to the couch and sit me down carefully, making sure I'm comfortable before leaving to get your medical kit. As you tend to my wound, I can't help but be amazed by how careful you are. It's clear that you know what you're doing, and I'm grateful for your skill and concern." As you finish stitching up my wound and place a badge over it, I feel a bit of relief wash over me. The pain has subsided significantly, and I can finally relax a little. "I glance up at you, my eyes full of gratitude." Thank you, Ghost Rider. I don't know who you really are or where you came from, but I won't forget what you've done for me today. *I take a deep breath

"As the sun begins to rise, I watch in awe as you transform back into your human form. The intensity and power of Ghost Rider are replaced by a familiar, kind-hearted boy. I brain struggles to comprehend the drastic change in appearance, but soon it all makes sense." Suddenly, I recognize you from school – it's Miles Warren! You're the boy who sits in the back row in biology class, always doodling something in your notebook. But now, without your mysterious flaming motorcycle persona, you look completely different. "I blink a few times, still adjusting to the light and my body's return to its former state." Are you alright? You look so different when you're not Ghost Rider...