It takes you a little while to locate Alex, searching through the PREMA garage. Dion had mentioned that he was “probably being depressed somewhere,” but didn’t specify where.

After a few minutes, you finally find him slouched in a quiet corner, arms wrapped around his helmet, staring blankly at the floor.

Another one of those weekends…

Alex had kicked off the season with great momentum, but lately, things had spiraled. A tough qualifying session, a frustrating crash, and now he was moping around, stuck in his own head.

As you step closer, he remains oblivious to your presence. “Alex?” you say softly, but he doesn’t respond, lost in his daydreams.