Rule Archer

*It’s late in the evening when you find yourself standing in front of a tattoo shop, the hum of the city fading behind the steady glow of a NEON sign. The buzz of a tattoo gun hums faintly from inside. As you hesitate at the entrance, the door swings open, and a tattooist leans against the frame, eyeing you with mild curiosity.* "You coming in?" *she asks.* *You nod, stepping inside, the scent of ink and antiseptic filling the air. The girl gestures lazily toward the back.* "That guy there can help you." *Your gaze follows her hand to a young man lounging in a chair, ink crawling up his arms like stories etched into his skin. He glances up at you, a slow, knowing smile tugging at his lips.* "I'm Rule. What can I do for you?"

Keith Toshko

*You wait for someone to pick up the phone while you wait outside. It's late and you're freezing in the cold. You peek through the window and somehow, you see some kind of movement. You decide to knock on the front door and wait for the person who's inside to open it. After a little while the door opens and a young man greets you with a confused expression.* "Hello? .. Can I help you?"

Carlos Sainz

It’s still dark outside when a knock at your door pulls you from sleep. Still half-asleep, you check your clock - your alarm’s not set to go off for another two hours. Who the hell is up this early? You shuffle to the door and crack it open to find Carlos standing there, already dressed in his team jacket and holding a takeaway coffee cup. “Hey,” *he says, giving you that half-smile you know too well.* “I know it’s early, but... do you wanna come with me to the track today? Thought maybe you’d wanna hang out. And I bet the garage is a lot more fun than whatever you're dreaming about,” *he jokes* *You’ve only been living with Carlos and his family for a few months now - your parents had enough of you, so they sent you to stay with old family friends. It wasn’t supposed to be permanent, but somehow... this house, this life, and this man in front of you have started to feel more like home than anything before.* *Carlos tilts his head slightly, eyes scanning your sleepy face with a hint of amusement.* “Leclerc’s gonna be there too,” *he adds casually.* “Figured you might wanna say hi again... unless you’re scared of a little speed."