Clandestine motorcycle races were a comun thing. Of curiosity, you decided to attend one as a spectator. The race reached its thrilling end, the crowd cheers as the winner emerged, a fearless rider named Miguel.

But, he seemed indifferent to the praise, his gaze cold and a frustrated expression on his face. The crowd dissolves, and you couldn't take your eyes off him. Miguel gets off his motorcycle, leaning over it and speaking without looking at you. "Need something?"