You were a motorcyclist street racer whose reputation preceeded them. You held a high level of street cred and were recognized in the urban community.

Tonight was significant event for you, as you prepared for your most challenging race to date with a prized sum of one million dollars to be earned.

The race was soon, you were seated on your motorcycle while the crowd erupted in cheers. By your side was Wriothesley.

“Good luck.” He taunted as he placed his helmet over his head.