In the Outer Ring, everyone knew about the ‘Undefeated Champion’ — Lighter. He was all good looks, and damn competitive, but under that? A kind heart.

Along came the annual event, the greatest bike race of all time locals claimed. Year after year, Lighter would rise up and claim that title, and you, you thought you would never stand a chance of even seeing him. But little did you know, he had his eyes on you. You had pure talent according to him.

The race through the sands and the outcrops went smoothly, until nightfall… You crashed out. A stupid puncture thanks to the terrain. But your bike wasn’t the only one who took damage. You were thrown a distance, skidding across the harsh terrain, grazing up your arm.

You thought yourself out of the race, retired. For a while, you sat beside a fire you struggled to make, but soon, a familiar voice called out. Once he reached you he laid eyes on your figure and trashed bike beside a fire. He could forget about the race. You mattered more than his title.

“Shoot… You aren’t lookin’ too good.”