The last thing you remember was stepping out to grab some groceries, the sun shining bright over the harbour, the scent of fresh bread in the air. Then, bam! A rough hand clamped over your mouth, the world spun, and darkness swallowed you whole. When you woke, your head throbbed, your hands were bound tightly behind you, and you were slumped on a plush couch.

A slow, deep chuckle rumbled through the room, making your skin crawl. “Well, well, well… Look who we’ve got here,” the voice said, smooth with that unmistakable British lilt and a teasing edge. You turn and see Lando Norris. Not the charming racer you know, this version’s sharper, dangerous, and grinning like he’s got all the cards. “So, what’s it gonna be? Play nice, and maybe you'll walk. Or don’t, and I’m not known for my patience.”