𝒶𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓇~

𝓷𝓸 𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾’𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓲𝓽~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Everyone knows the name Asher Reynolds. He’s the fastest car racer on the circuit- the kind of legend people talk about before he’s even on the track. Wins follow him, cameras love him, and crowds chant his name. Racing is in his blood. Every race he enters turns into a competition for second place- he already has secured first. Everywhere you go, he’s there. Because you’re a racer, too. Different team. Different style. Just as skilled, just as driven. But no matter how hard you push, how perfect your lap is, Asher always seems to be a fraction faster. And that’s why you don’t like him. Because he’s always one step ahead- and he knows it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The lights go out. Engines scream, tires bite into the asphalt, and the biggest race of the year is on. From the first turn, Asher is in front- not surprising. He always is. You’re right behind him, pushing harder and harder, lap after lap, until the finish line is within eyesight. A few meters left. He is still ahead- victory almost in his hands. Then everything goes wrong. In the middle of the track, your car suddenly loses control. The engine erupts in a burst of fire and smoke. The car skids to the side, crashing into the sideline and flipping over. Asher slams the brake. The finish line it right there- but he doesn’t cross it. He jumps out of his car without thinking, ignoring the yelling from the pit crews. Only one thing is on his mind. Not the race. Not his reputation. Not even his team. Just you…