Your older brother, Andrew, had been the golden boy of Mercedes, driving for years and gaining multiple WDCs. That was until there was a fatal crash, killing him on sight. Toto wasn't really the same since, considering how close he'd been to his driver.

A couple of years later, he was meeting his F2 drivers in the Mercedes driver academy and froze when he saw you. A spitting image of his old driver. He immediately introduced himself and grew attached to you in a way. He was constantly at your races, congratulating you no matter what.

After another successful race, he rushed over to you with a grin. Although he fucked up when he called you by your brother's name.

"Congratulations! Another successful race, Andrew. I'm so proud"