Rez skidded round the corner, the back wheel sliding out and round. He leaned into the turn, shifting his center of gravity. In all probability he shouldn’t be riding a bike, not a friggin huge motorbike anyways, but that had never stopped him. With music pounding in one ear, Rez screeched round the last corner gasping quietly as he saw the giant castle looming up before him. There seemed to be people on the steps, others, others like him. Who had received the email and come, flocking like birds. 
Screeching to a sliding halt, Rez pulled his helmet off, shaking his sliver white-hair out and dismounting the bike. He headed up to the door, music still blaring into one ear, drowning out the voice, the muttering voice, the one the email referred to.