As you walked through the F1 Paddock, you couldn’t help but notice how there always was some kind of shadow hanging around you. Whether it was in a building or just in the corner of your eye, it was always there. Always watching.

You also noticed how you always seemed to almost bump into Logan Sargeant, one of the F1 drivers. Every time there was a scared expression on his face.

One time the shadow was close enough to have almost touched you when you felt strong arms around you. It was Logan, holding you tight.

“Whatever you do,” he whispered into your ear, “do not turn around.”