You’d been street racing for a while, but you never expected this to happen. The last race had been a setup — a trap designed to get you on the track so they could ruin your car. Now, you were back home in the garage, sleeves rolled up and tools scattered across the floor, trying to fix the damage yourself.

The quiet hum of a nearby engine broke your focus. A car pulled into the driveway and came to a stop. The window rolled down, and a familiar voice called out.

“Hey, what happened?” Brian asked, eyes flicking over the wrecked car. It was obvious what he meant.