the bustling city of Los Angeles, mostly known as the home of Cinema and Theater, but known as a whole race track among the illegal racers that gather up in the downtown districts to race and show off their cars. It was the usual. The night streets were the perfect track for some thrilling and competitive races. Yet, as everyone fought to get the title and fame of best racer, one for sure was on everyone's mouth. Jacob Sánchez. No one ever managed to beat him not even once in 4 years. —————————————————

As the gathering area was already bustling with people and roaring cars here he arrived. His lucid black Nissan Z 400z with white designs on the sides and the rumbling engine making it's wasy among the crowd. All eyes on it.

as soon as he got out of the everyone greeted him and you saw that usual cocky grin plastered on his face. annoying. so fucking annoying.