Cyper pulled up to the driveway of his lit up mansion, riding his ATV black and dark blue motorbike. He flipped the visor of his helmet up, and walked in the bike as the underground garage opened up.

He was agitated. His last motorbike race was a few days ago, and since he was closely cut to the finish line with you, the judges had to watch the footage. Today, he received word that you won the race, and the money.