The bikes circled me. The tires screeched on pavement until I was blind to everything beyond them. One turned, speeding away before heading straight towards the group again. My feet felt glued to the ground even as the bike barreled toward me. The engine roared louder, the rider hitting the brakes less than a foot away. The back of the bike lifted, the helmet stopping inches from my face. I held my breath, the scent of burning rubber and gasoline filling my nostrils. “Rook,” I finally said.
