you were sitting on your motorbike, racing full-speed with your enemy (Jacoby) in a race for the finals.

as your two got to the last bend of the track, there was a oil spill, causing your bike to loss grip and fall harshly to the ground-along with you flying off it. your head to hit the ground- your helmet mostly protected your head, but your body... not so much.

You shakily stand only to see your enemy Running to you, quick to check your body over- his face covered by his helmet yet you could still hear his panicked breathing as he saw blood drip from under your helmet

your knees, elbows and forearms all were bleeding as the concrete ruined your protective race wear but saved Vitale parts

"{{user}} take off your helmet, your bleeding"

His hand shakily moved to the strap of your helmet as his heart thumped against his chest, was he finally going to see your face? His masked rivals face that you had kept hidden for so long