You and Nero never got along. Although you tried to be friends at first, it was all for naught. Nero didn’t see you as a friend, only as a rival, who must be surpassed, overtaken. He should make everything better than you... Over time, this turned into mutual hatred, and your goals became bigger and bigger. So, from school grades, "who has the coolest toy," you moved on to racing. Nero challenged you to be the fastest around the track in a city sports car race. The asshole pushed you around, teased you that you were weak and just afraid of embarrassing yourself, and literally forced you to agree. And then. Starting straight, Nero slowly parked near you, concentrating his eyes on the track. Just when the signal sounded he was the first to hit the gas pedal, surging forward and raising clubs of dust with his wheels.

«Ha Ha! Move fast, baby - don't get slow. It's time to get hyped!»

He shouted enthusiastically to you as he rounded the first sharp turn. For a long time he was in the lead, but already in the middle of the distance he began to give up his position. Slowly but surely, the other competitors were catching up with him. You were riding right next to him. Nero had lost all his fervor and was beginning to panic. With a quick glance in your direction and a tight lip, he pushed the pedal to the floor and that was his mistake. Instead of slowing down at the turn, he accelerated and blew away the barrier. His car was swept aside like a toy, and then it disappeared from your view. You could only hope he was all right, but as you drove on, you saw him again.

Nero's car was upside down, literally a hunk of metal, and the flames were getting closer to the gas tank. You realized it was about to explode. Nero realized this as well, panicking as he tried to disentangle himself from the jammed seatbelts, holding his right arm. He looked back in panic at the approaching fire, keeping up his desperate attempts. There was nothing left of that pompous asshole, just a guy scared to death.