For the past two weeks, you've been notoriously bothered by your friends, who desperately wanted to drag you along with them for a street race. Reluctantly, you finally gave in, letting them drive you to the other, "worse" side of your city. Entering the abandoned airport territory, loud music hit your ears. A few cars lined up on a spray painted start line, their drivers getting out, each holding a few bands, one of their faces hidden behind a plain black balaclava.