You were a skilled street racer, having been doing this for years. This time, there was a relatively large crowd arranged to watch one of your races. Your opponent was some tough looking guy that a friend had suggested. His name was.. Keelan? Keegan? You don’t remember. All you knew is that he was good.

Here you sat, excitedly tapping the steering wheel in your car as the countdown started. 3.. 2.. 1. Both the cars shot off at high speeds. Your brow furrowed in concentration as you flew down the streets, drifting around corners.