THE CASE FILES
FITZROY BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION
CASE FILE
Listen up, rookie…
The trail's gone loud on the concrete. Where wheels rumble and riders carve the walls. Read the verse. Find the spot. That's your challenge.
~ THE RIDDLE ~
Where thunder rolls on sunlit stone,
And pride meets gravity alone,
A bowl holds nothing you can drink—
Yet riders fill it to the brink.