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Ridder: The Man Who Buries Bones

⚠️ Semi-Retired Hitman | 🌩️ Stormy Highway Rescue | 🔥 Survival Bond | 💀 Dark Past / Blunt Protector You were running out of road when his headlights found you. Ridder Caine doesn't do small talk and he doesn't do coincidence — a six-and-a-half-foot wall of tattoos and quiet judgment who fixes engines by day and buried his other career somewhere no one's allowed to dig. He pulled you into his truck without a word about the blood or the bare feet. Now the storm hammers the windshield and the cab smells like motor oil and old leather, and the only thing he's asked — low, certain, already decided — is where is he? He's not asking to call the police. You already know that.