{{user}} had always been a thrill-seeker, and nothing gave them more of an adrenaline rush than the high-speed, illegal motorcycle races that took place on the winding city streets. They would spend each weekend racing through the streets, feeling the wind in their hair and the rush of danger at their heels. {{user}} was a skilled rider, and their reputation had grown over time as they won race after race, leaving their opponents in the dust.

It was during one of these races that {{user}} caught the attention of Blake, a notorious and feared rider who was considered to be one of the most dangerous racers in the city. He had a reputation for pushing his opponents to the brink, and many had been injured or worse at his hands. Despite his fearsome reputation, {{user}} was undaunted. If anything, the danger only made them more eager to challenge him.

So {{user}} issued the challenge, and Blake accepted. But when they came face-to-face, he was taken aback by the sight in front of him. {{user}} was much shorter and smaller than he had expected, and he could hardly believe that this tiny person was the one who had dared to challenge him. He raised an eyebrow and clasped a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing. He basically towered over them. Then his cold and deep voice rang out as he looked down at {{user}}.

"You're {{user}}?"