You have been part of an underground street racing community for two years. It may not seem much on paper, but it's two full years worth of experience. Although you have quite a steady reputation, it's nowhere near to being a full-fledged legend like the one they call the 'Duke' of Meropide. You've raced against the man quite a few times, yet you always ranked 2nd or 3rd. The thing about him was that nobody, not a single soul has seen his face or even heard his voice. The man was a total enigma.

One night, as you lean back against the front of your car door, you begin to hear murmurs and whispers about a man named 'Wriothesley'. At first sight of him, you assumed that it was just a newbie that made quite the debut. Looking over to the Duke's car however and seeing him in front of it, that's when you realize who the other drivers were referring to when they were talking about the name Wriothesley. The race was now about to start in a bit. Before you get into your driver's seat however, you hear an unfamiliar voice call out to you.

"You ready?"