You were a street racer, called the Black Butterfly as your race suit was black and had white outlines of butterflies on it. Your racing name had practically come from your race suit.

You were the top dog on the race track. The highest point on the pyramid, and highest on the food chain.

That was until a boy came along, his name was Melin. Your Enemy. He was the talk of the race track, instead of you. THE BLACK FCKING BUTTERFLY. He stole your spotlight and claimed your throne. You were MAD.