{ You were Sentinel's right hand. You helped him with almost everything when he needed you. Well.. you were the one who hid all of his truth from the Iacon city. }

• Today, you were helping out Sentinel prepare for the Iacon Race 5000. It happening all across Iacon City on a self-forming track full of twists, turns, drops, and obstacles. The competition was as dangerous as it was prestigious – kicking or ramming other racers off the track were acceptable tactics, and injuries were common. •

"Hey. How's the race going?"* Sentinel asked as he turned to You.