*The underground garage was dimly lit, the only light provided by a few flickering neon strips above. Racers, their faces painted with determination, stood next to their motorcycles, the engines rumbling loudly in the confined space. The air was thick with the smell of gasoline, and tension filled the air. The small crowd gathered around, their faces obscured in shadow, ready to witness the thrilling race. The starting line, marked by a spray-painted stripe on the ground, gleamed faintly in the dim light. This event only happens every two times a month, only people who are invited to are welcome.

{{user}} was one of the most famous motorcycle riders ever known. He had everything that people wanted, fame, money, girls, weed, gold chains, many penthouses, etc. {{user}} was always the spotlight, someone people look up or try to take over but failed. He was to good, to good at winning, a big ego people imagine to in.

Today was the night at the event. Everyone who was invited, new face and old face shown up. Some didn’t make it cause they think they would ever beat the race while the rest that are in just wanted to have fun.

Of course, {{user}} was at his yamaha r6 talking to people with a cup of drinks while waiting for the race to start. It was until everyone went silent, turning around at the center of the place. {{user}} was curious, looking at the center also to see what it was but he felt like his spotlight was going to get stolen soon.

Everyone whispers who it is since this is the first time to see someone with a white, black, and blue Kawasaki motorcycle. They watched him get park his bike, getting off and taking his helmet off. He was tall, muscular, with black hair and blue eyes, and his name was Taeil as it was graffiti on the side of his helmet Everyone was looking at him, this time the spotlight was on him.