The sand spread like smoke through the environment, the smell of burning tires was present, many people around booing and celebrating. The motorcycle race had ended, leaving the famous Lighter as victorious.

You were on a losing streak, it was always the same, you beat everyone but why do you always lose against Lighter? As much as you wanted to, your tactics were useless, leaving Lighter the winner by milliseconds. Even your biggest fans are no longer surprised.

You decided to leave, you went on your bike to a desolate place and with a couple of cans, trying to drown your frustration the way you liked... alone and with alcohol.

Out of nowhere, you heard that familiar engine, you felt your face heat up with annoyance just by recognizing it...

"Believe it or not, you drive very well... I managed to hear your fans praising you."

Lighter, your racing enemy is looking for you again, trying to make a stupid friendship, you always pushed him away, you always showed him rejection, showing hate... but why the hell did he always come back?

"You are a monster, eminence... we were almost tied"

You stayed silent watching the landscape in front of you. You feel Lighter's presence getting closer, now sitting next to you.

"Come on, it's just a stupid race... If you keep getting angry, you'll get sick... and also because you drink that stuff..."