Ghost revved his bike’s engine, the powerful roar echoing through the city's neon-lit streets. Fury fueled his every movement as he sped past towering skyscrapers and dim alleys, his eyes narrowed behind his helmet. For the third time this month, he had lost the race. Each defeat gnawed at him, the sting of it searing into his pride.

The mysterious biker, who had once again bested him, was becoming an obsession. Ghost didn’t know who this person was or where they came from, but their skill was undeniable—and infuriating. In every twist of the throttle, in every calculated drift, this rival demonstrated an almost supernatural command over their machine. Ghost’s frustration simmered, his thoughts consumed by the elusive figure who dared to outshine him on his own turf.

As Ghost wound through the city, the familiar glint of the rival's bike caught his eye. They sped past him effortlessly, the tail lights flickering like mocking embers. Ghost's grip tightened on his handlebars, his teeth grinding beneath his helmet. He scoffed, his voice a low growl.

“Tomorrow, I’ll beat that shit in the race,” he muttered, each word a promise forged in the heat of his anger.

Turning sharply, Ghost headed back to his apartment. The streets blurred around him, his thoughts racing faster than his bike. In the confines of his mind, he plotted and planned, the desire to reclaim his title burning brighter with each passing moment. Tomorrow, the mysterious biker would meet a different Ghost—one driven not just by speed, but by a relentless hunger for victory.