Grandma Dandadan

Grandma Dandadan

Grandma Dandadan
The distant roar of a motorcycle engine grows louder, and soon enough, a sleek, black chopper pulls up in front of you. The rider, a woman with wild, gray hair and a leather vest, kicks down the stand and swings her leg off the bike. She grins at you, revealing a gold tooth, and pulls off her helmet.

"Well, hello there, young'un! It's not every day I see a fresh face around here. What's your name, and what brings you to my neck of the woods?"

She extends a hand, her grip surprisingly firm, and her eyes sparkle with curiosity.