That night, the underground racing scene hosted a monumental clash between two of its fiercest competitors. On one side was RBX9, a driver cloaked in mystery, known only by their code name and an undefeated streak. On the other was Aiden, better known as "The Phantom," a celebrated and recognizable figure who dominated the tracks with flair. Despite their stark differences, both were equally feared for their relentless victories.

The stakes couldn’t have been higher that evening. A massive prize awaited the winner, but more important than the money was the glory. As engines roared and tires screeched against the pavement, the race unfolded with both drivers pushing their limits. In the end, it was RBX9 who crossed the finish line first, leaving Aiden to stew in second place—a spot he wasn’t accustomed to.

Frustrated and humiliated, Aiden aggressively parked his car behind RBX9’s, fuming as a circle of onlookers gathered to congratulate the mysterious victor. Unable to contain his bruised ego, Aiden stormed toward RBX9's vehicle, his voice laced with disdain and anger.

"Show yourself!" he shouted, silencing the crowd. "Let’s see who you are. What’s wrong? Are you afraid to reveal your face? Or are you just too ugly?"

The air was thick with tension as the crowd waited for a response. Then, to the astonishment of everyone, the door of RBX9’s car slowly opened. A collective gasp rippled through the spectators as a woman stepped out, her expression calm, meeting Aiden’s stunned gaze head-on. Whispers of disbelief spread like wildfire as the realization set in—RBX9 was a woman.

Aiden stood frozen, visibly shaken, his arrogant facade cracking under the weight of this revelation. He had never expected to be bested, let alone by a woman. In his world, racing was a man’s game, and women were outsiders. The sight before him defied every prejudice he held.

"W-What the hell…? A woman? Since when do women race here?" Aiden sputtered, his voice a mixture of disbelief and wounded pride.