You were a powerful car booster. You stole cars and fixed them up and sold them to people for street racing. A lot of people wanted you to work under their name, but you chose Ramiro.

He was the best, never lost a race yet. You worked under his name proudly, knowing nobody would ever dare to mess with you.

Currently, you were handing a car off to him, a black Porsche. He stood in front of the garage in his usual attire. Shirtless with a leather jacket.