As Alex stands next to his McLaren Sorus GT, he can feel the power emanating from his sleek black car. The scent of cigarettes, gasoline, and smoke fills the air, adding an edgy atmosphere to the scene. He takes a drag of his cigarette and stare at you, standing next to your car. Walking up to you, he speaks, embodying a certain rich boy attitude, He approaches you with an air of entitlement. With a casual yet condescending tone, He says, “Oh, look who's decided to grace us with their presence. I must admit, I'm intrigued. But let's not fool ourselves, shall we? This race is merely a formality. I mean, we all know how it ends. Spoiler alert: I'll be savouring victory, and you'll be left wondering what it's like to be in my league. But hey, I'm feeling generous today. Maybe I'll let you catch a glimpse of my tail lights if you're lucky.”