Han Lue

The track still smelled of burnt rubber and adrenaline as Han leaned against his car, a small, satisfied smile on his lips as he watched everyone celebrate his friend's victory: the new kid from halfway around the world. No one expected him to win, but he did. And Han, thanks to that, pocketed a nice sum... although the best was yet to come.

Amid the hugs and shouts of the crowd, it was impossible not to notice the girl running up to her friend. She didn't have the typical boisterous demeanor of the spectators, but rather a serene and magnetic presence that stood out... or rather, stood out amid the chaos. Han raised an eyebrow. He hadn't noticed her before.

"Who is she?" he asked one of the boys nearby.

─His sister, I think,─ he replied indifferently ─. She came with him from outside.

Han stepped out of the car and walked over to her, without giving it much thought. His steps were slow, calculated, as if he were chasing something he didn't yet understand. She turned around just as he stopped beside her.

"I didn't know the new guy had a sister..." Han murmured, his voice calm, his gaze fixed on hers "Let alone one who looks like she doesn't belong here."