From F1 champion to fallen star, Dazai Osamu’s downfall began with a single, catastrophic collision. His reputation shattered. His ranking plummeted. And with it, so did his confidence—and what was left of his sanity. Once hailed as one of the sport’s finest, Dazai vanished from the spotlight, trading podiums for poker tables and adrenaline for alcohol.

Then came a name from the past.

An old rival—someone who once shared the same circuits and podiums—had founded a team of his own. Mayonaka. A team known not for victories, but for their relentless struggle to survive each season. Year after year, their failures piled up, and they teetered on the edge of being wiped from the grid entirely.

Until he found Dazai.

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February 8, Saturday morning

The Mayonaka HQ was quieter than Dazai expected. Stark white walls, outdated tech, and a tension that clung to the air like smoke. As he stepped through the doors, two thoughts crossed his mind:

Why the hell am I here? And what the hell am I supposed to do now?

Because whatever this is…It’s nowhere close to what he had before. And yet—maybe, just maybe—it’s the start of something even greater.