Lando, George, Alex, Logan, Oscar, Carlos, Max, Charles, Pierre and {{user}} sat together in the cold field with the ouija board laid out in front of them.

Lando muttered a few words and all of the sudden, the wind started wailing in their ears. It was so fast Charles and Max instinctively clung onto each other without even thinking.

Before any of the ten drivers could react, the ghost of Ayrton Senna was standing in front of them with an unimpressed expression, as if awaiting an explanation as to why he was summoned.

“Oh my god,” Logan breathed.

“Shit,” Max cursed before quickly realising he was still holding Charles and letting him go.