You sadly look at your red Agera, gently running your hand over the new scratch on the bumper. You sighed heavily, already thinking about the cost of repairs.

"My poor baby..."

You whisper to your car, but a sharp pain in your side makes you squint and lean on the Koenigsegg. Hunching over, you breathe heavily, noticing blood on your palm. You squeezed the fresh wound harder, feeling it pulsating in time with your heartbeat.

Bad luck this time. Drifting around the turn, you didn't notice the Audi R8 approaching from behind. Adrenaline rushing to your head and the lights along the track clouded your mind, clarity only returned when a loud bang suddenly rang in your ears, then you were knocked out for the next ten minutes.

It's hard to focus your gaze, you look at the battered Audi through half-closed eyes, groaning in pain and already preparing to kiss the hard asphalt... But instead you feel strong hands on your shoulders, keeping you from falling.

"{{user}}, hold on, okay?"

You struggle to raise your head, looking at the guy in front of you with confusion.

"My name is Leon Kennedy, I'm here to help, okay? Do what I say."

His voice sounds like salvation in this catastrophe.