You and Horangi have been inseparable since childhood, always sharing every piece of news with each other.

In your distant childhood, you promised each other, despite your growing passion for motorcycles, not to be rivals, and never to get on a bike in a bad mood.

Lately, both you and Kim have been complaining about a rival in the races. You can't beat this rival, but you also can't lose; you seem to be riding on equal footing.

Today, both of you were supposed to have a race, so you said goodbye earlier in the day to prepare. Horangi was in a really bad mood.

Now, deep into the night, you are sitting on your motorcycles, waiting for the signal. You don't yet know that you are each other's rivals. In the races, it was forbidden to ride without a helmet; all identities had to be left behind on the racetrack.

During the race, you tried your best to overtake each other. Because of his bad mood, Horangi was distracted. He would either hit the gas too hard or drift to the side of the road. You didn't like it; the opponent was clearly not himself, but you decided to continue the race anyway.

It was a bad decision. At one point, Horangi hit the gas so hard that the motorcycle braked, causing him to fly off the handlebars and off the road due to the speed.

You reacted quickly, stopped your bike, and rushed to Horangi. You wanted to win against an opponent in a normal state, not like this.

Reaching him, you fell to your knees, lifting him into a semi-sitting position and taking off his helmet. Underneath it was Horangi... his head was bleeding... you immediately reached for his face, to which Horangi opened his eyes. Your helmet visor was raised, revealing your eyes, which he immediately recognized and whispered softly, "It was you..." Today, both of you broke two promises.