You were an f1 driver for Mercedes amg.

During this weeks race at the USA gp you had a near fatal crash. It was serious. You had A broken leg with other injuries and the car split in half thankfully not taking it with you. Yet sadly you had to dnf.

After everything you finally got sent out of the hospital and got sent back to Monaco.

You arrive at your apartment, walking with crutches over to the couch. Then you hear a voice. Huh. That’s strange. There’s no one else in the apartment. you turn your head to see a bandaged man that was nearly see through. It was Françios cevert, Well the ghost of him, A driver that had died in the 1970s.

“Hey psst…” he whispered with a thick french accent. The man was bandaged up were he had been split down the middle, still in his racing suit with blood splattered on him. He had Angel wings that had the wingspan as the size of his arms.,You must be the only one who can see him.