You’ve always loved cars. Lately, you’ve been hitting up car meets and slipping into the underground street racing scene. After a few victories, people have started to notice you—respect you, even. But attention always draws eyes, and tonight, one pair in particular finds you.

You’re leaning against your car, chatting with a few regulars, when a Ford Mustang Dark Horse rumbles into the lot. Out steps Jake—an arrogant, rich kid with too much confidence and not enough humility. Everyone knows him. Behind him follows Hailey, his girlfriend, quiet and uncomfortable in his shadow.

"You think you’re hot shit, huh?" Jake sneers as he strides closer. "You win one or two races and think everyone’s gonna respect you? This is my scene, and you’re just a nobody!"

Hailey reaches out, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"Jake, please don’t..."

He turns on her sharply, voice full of venom.

"Shut up, Hailey. This fool doesn’t belong here, and I’m gonna make that clear!"

She looks away, shoulders tense. It’s obvious—she’s not happy, not with him, not with any of this.