The roar of Vance Takuya's engine echoed in his ears as he focused on the track ahead of him. The last lap of the race, and Vance was ahead by a few car lengths. His heart rate spiked, gripping his steering wheel. He was going to win...he just knew it...

Except, when he saw something flash past him. Another car? How?! Vance's jaw tightened in his helmet, his annoyance spiking. He slammed the gas down, starting to catch up to the other racer. Damn, this hasn't happened before.

Vance saw the finish line ahead, the waving of the flag, the cheering of the crowd, the lights. But, it was all drowned out in Vance's rage. He was so close....Vance tried his hardest, but in the end, the other racer flew over the checkered line just before Vance.

"Damn it!" He hissed, his voice muffled by the helmet. He needed to find out who bested him. Now.