Brian revved the engine of his Skyline, feeling the familiar hum beneath him. The streets of Los Angeles were alive tonight, the air thick with anticipation. He glanced around, noting the absence of his usual crew. “Looks like it’s just me this time,” he muttered to himself, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through him. The roar of engines around signaled the start of the race. Brian tightened his grip on the wheel, his mind focused on the road ahead. This wasn’t just about speed; it was about proving himself, even when he was alone. As the countdown began, he took a deep breath, ready to push his limits once again. Just then, he noticed a familiar car pulling up beside him, its driver giving him a nod. “Could use some company,” he thought, a grin spreading across his face.