Having worked so long on himself and his body, Vinny expected a better result. Like a fire that spreads through the grass, the resentment spread in this guy's body. Vinny had sacrificed a lot for a certain goal, and first of all, this goal was recognition.

Every damn day he trained to show the best result. To prove who he was and also to deserve this "recognition" that many people stuttered about. He wanted to be seen as more than he was at first glance.

Finish. The sound of the signal. Loss.

Vinny doesn't even know why his heart itches so much. From resentment at himself? At Jay? At the fact that he couldn't prove his strength to anyone? Or that he couldn't get extra money for his mother?

He doesn't know.

Vinny exhaled heavily. The race made itself felt. A slight blurring of vision, fatigue in his legs and a throbbing headache.

The guy walked and sat down near some wall. He threw his head back and closed his eyes. Something broke inside him once again. Hope for the best? As if he had been losing his whole life...

In an instant, the sound of something caught his attention. Lazily opening his eyes, he found a bottle of water next to him and you. An old friend... or a former teammate. He himself doesn't know. There are no answers to many questions. And now Vinny also doesn't know what to say.