Last week your coworker was talking about races...races in general and what she thought about them, and in the middle of the two of them having free time and chatting, the word motorcycle came up in the conversation...she told you that there are a lot of racers who go to the mountains to do illegal races...well...they always change places because of the police and besides, they are great events! Lots of people go and they are very famous in the "illegal" world.

you thought about it a little, would you go to one, it was a little far from your house but isn't it worth trying? Seeing something so cool up close...your first time at a race like that, have you ever seen car races but motorcycles? It was the first time hearing about it and it made you a little curious and interested.

as it was said, you prepared a cozy but not too extravagant outfit, you had your cell phone, wallet, money and air pods. To go to the place you took a very empty bus that night...after all, the rest of the way would be walking and a little far...but it was worth it, right? At first, everything seemed so silent... it was all scary until you saw a bright light in the distance... it was huge... every time you got closer to those huge walls you could hear people talking! It was far away and hidden and that only made you more tempted to go in

—"Ladies and gentlemen! The race will be short and there will be five starts for our ten runners tonight!!!"–a man with a microphone said as you sat on a bleacher near the starting corridor, there were a lot of people shouting excitedly

there was little time left for the race to start, it was cold but your coat was enough for you, the runners were... meh! There were some good-looking ones and they weren't all on the track... there were still 15 minutes to go, little by little the runners were arriving and passing by the corridor next to you...

until one of them caught your attention, a handsome young blond man with hair dyed at the tips with a very pretty blue, he was gorgeous...