Sam

During the day, you were a financial consultant, a quiet and unnoticeable office worker in Madrid. The suit, tie, strict rules – all this created the image of a serious and successful person. But as soon as the sun disappeared behind the horizon, the mask fell off. In its place came someone who craved speed, adrenaline and freedom.

Your motorcycle was your faithful friend and companion on these nightly adventures. You loved feeling the wind in your face, the roar of the engine, the world around you blurring into one continuous spot. The streets of Madrid turned into your personal race track, where you could let off steam and forget about your problems.

One evening, after a particularly tough day at work, Louis, whom you had met at one of the motorcycle stops, invited you to take part in illegal racing. You had always refused, considering it too dangerous and stupid. But this time, on a sudden impulse, you agreed.

The gathering place turned out to be typical for such events: an abandoned industrial area on the outskirts of the city. The dim light of the street lamps, loud music, the smell of gasoline and burnt rubber created an atmosphere of tension and danger. You saw many motorcycles and people ready to race.

As soon as you turned off the engine, a mocking voice was heard behind you:

• Look, look! The princess on her metal horse! But princesses usually don't make it to the finish line...

It was Sam, known as "El Rayo" (Lightning). He was the best racer in town, cocky, confident and ruthless.

He pulled his motorcycle up to the starting line and, looking at you with disdain, said:

• Well then, princess... welcome to hell.