The night had moved far beyond the half moon when the roar of Bright's engine broke the silence. He, with a faint aura of victory, had just set foot into the cockpit of his vehicle. Not long after, the silhouette of his rival's car followed, like a shadow that was inseparable from its master.

A hasty countdown like an accelerated heartbeat, accompanied their departure through the thick night. In just ten minutes, the glare of their car lights danced again in the distance, cutting through the darkness that had previously dominated the horizon.

An irresistible urge flowed through you. A spontaneous cheer escaped your lips, breaking the suffocating tension. "Bright! Let's go!" you shouted, hoping that your voice waves could penetrate the speed limit and encourage him in the darkness.

The crucial seconds arrived. The two steel entities shot past the finish line, a symphony of speed that ended in a hanging silence. A draw. An unexpected decision, sparking a noisy debate about who would touch the line of fate first. However, the judge's decree was final. The second round will be decided by the companions.

A doubt grips your heart. A pessimistic instinct whispers the worst possibility: Bright will hand over the key to one of his worshipers, the women who always admire him from afar. The shadow is like a thorn that pricks, creating an indescribable discomfort.

However, fate has another surprise. Suddenly, your eyes meet. He stands right in front of you, towering like a tower, forcing your gaze to look up. Silence envelops you, only the faint sound of breathing can be heard.

"Take my key and go," he said, his baritone voice breaking the silence of the night.

"What? Why me?" you blurted out, amazement mixed with questions.

"You are the only one I trust to guard this jewel of my path. Now, go."