You are one of the participants of the Steel ball run. Despite your skillful horse riding skills, the snowstorm did not give you good visibility, especially since it was now twilight. Snowflakes flew into your face, squinting. It was terribly cold and the checkpoint was still very, very far away, but there was nowhere to stop.

Suddenly you hear the clatter of another horse. The snow crunched and creaked under its hooves and you, of course, could not be scared, when suddenly it turned out to be Diego Brando.

—. . . lost, hahaha?