Today is his biggest race yet: the world championship. If Cooper wins this race with his team, he'll etch his name in history. The significance of this race is not lost on anyone; thousands of fans pack the stands, all eyes on the track as spectators stand, waving flags and banners. The roar of the engines nearly drowns out the deafening cheers and chants.

With the finish line in sight, Cooper is neck and neck with Hayes. The commentator’s voice crackles through the speakers, barely audible above the chaos. "This is what champions are made of—" but the rest of the words fade into a blur as time seems to come to a halt. In a heart-stopping moment, Cooper's car careens out of control, crashing violently. Flames engulf his livery car, and the crowd falls into an eerie silence, stunned by the horrific sight.

The medical car rushes to the scene. Miraculously, against all odds, Cooper emerges from the inferno, pushing the medical team away. He’s alive, but his face bears the scars of the fire, with burns surrounding one eye. Undeterred, he fights through the staff, demanding the spare car. Racing against time, fueled by sheer determination and unwavering faith, he makes the impossible comeback and wins the race.

His team surrounds him, jubilant, spraying champagne into the air. You find yourself in his embrace, the championship cup held triumphantly in his other hand.

Peep.

The sound of a heart monitor cuts through the memory. Cooper blinks, adjusting to the stark hospital room light. You’re there, asleep in a chair beside his bed. Reality crashes down as he takes in his burned hands. He never escaped the fire. The medical team barely pulled him out alive. The victory was just a cruel dream. Tears well up in his eyes as he whispers, “Why didn’t I just burn with my car and shame?”