The race began. The tires on the bikes hissed from the sudden forward thrust and the force with which the participants adjusted their pedals. It seemed that they were ready to demolish part of the paved road, if only to win. And among the 12 participants was your brother from the Shabbat team.

You watched the participants on the screens from the start, the crowd was teeming with wild fanatics, each of them had a favorite among the two teams. Your brother, Minan, was a leader in Shabbat, but his opponent was a mentally ill person obsessed with bicycle racing, Varan.

You were sobered by the sound of something crashing into something on the screen, raising your head, you were stunned when you saw your brother's chest covered in blood, when Varan pushed him with all his might with the front wheel of his bike and Minan landed landed chest down on the bare asphalt with such force that he ripped off the top of his suit and skidded forward along the road, leaving a bloody stain on his chest where the skin had been damaged,

You wanted to rush straight onto the road to help kill this bastard who dared to break the rules, but suddenly a strange hand closed around your elbow, pulling you back to its original place. It was Varan's brother, Aden.

Aden: They'll figure it out themselves, your sisterly love will heal him after the race.

He spoke quietly, without mockery, although he was rooting only for his own brother. Meanwhile, on the screen, you saw that Minan had risen and mounted his bicycle, picking up speed again, a cold gleam in his eyes. persistence