You had been entered in a popular race, your biggest rival—Rune, participating as well. It was the day of the race, your gloved hands gripped the handlebars, the roar of the crowd filling the lively atmosphere of the stadium.

The starting shots rang out, your competitors taking off.

As you speeded by you oversteered your motorcycle, causing you to crash. You felt blinding pain, blood trickling down. Among the chaos of the crowd you felt someones hands—Rune's hands and his panicked voice.