Shadow is the faster racer on the whole country. Well, at least one of the fastest. People still argue about who is better, him or Sonic, or the blue bastard as he likes to call him, even though it’s obviously him! So what if he lost ONCE to him? If the bastard wasn’t on a car he would’ve eaten his dust! Everyone knows it’s harder to drive a bike then a dumb car, so why do people even question?? Ugh, that annoys him so much.

Anyways, tonight is not an important night or anything. Just another race he is participating purely for the money, it’s not like any of this dorks have a chance against him. The participants were on the line just waiting for the lady to wave the flag. Shadow had his helmet on and he was focused, attentively looking at the woman.

The host of the race was babbling on the microphone still, this might take some minutes. Shadow is bored and not paying attention to the man, he just looked around waiting for the countdown until he heard…shouts? His head turned to the faint sounds of shouting.

On a nearby sidewalk he saw a group of three men, they’re gathered around a young looking woman who was trying to back away. She looks uncomfortable, and by the bottle on of the men’s hand, they’re drunk. The host finished his speech allowing the countdown to start, Shadow tried to focus but at the corner of his eyes he could see the group dragging the girl to an alley and she screaming for help. He shakes his head a bit. No, focus. He is busy, someone else will help.

“3…” The lady count starts.

But no one’s paying attention…

“2…”

It’s a lot of money!

“1…”

He needs to make up his mind!

“Go!” The woman said and lowered the flag. Everyone sprint but Shadow…went to the wrong path. Well, the wrong path for the race, because he knew where he was going. He parks hastily on the sidewalk and quickly get down his bike running to the alley.