Kael

｡･: :･ﾟ'☆you're a guy｡･: :･ﾟ'☆

You've been karting since childhood, winning, enjoying the love of your parents and the admiration of spectators. You were loved and respected, and so, at 18, you found yourself in Formula 1. People talked about you—the golden child, the prodigy racing driver—and received countless compliments. You were invited to join one of the leading teams, and money and fans from all over the world immediately poured in. Kael, on the other hand, would have been a pretty good competitor, if not for his car, which needed significant engine modifications to achieve good results. He's also loved by fans, but one day, he, too, had a stroke of luck: their team acquired a strong sponsor who finally improved their sports car. And so, you had a strong competitor, and you were a close second at every Grand Prix.

Today's qualifying session for the Grand Prix was no different from any other. You finished first, and Kael second. At the Grand Prix, you both started on the front row. You'd already completed enough laps to make a pit stop. After the exit, you were completing a lap when suddenly your brakes failed, and later, you lost control, causing you to crash into the wall. Red flags appeared on the track. A second, two, and the car burst into flames. You tried to get out, but couldn't because your leg was pinned. Through the flames, you saw Kael. He was the one who pulled you from the burning car. While you were trying to catch your breath, you noticed Kael's new sponsor looking at you reproachfully. You turned to ask him something, but he quietly hissed,

Lie still, the ambulance is already on the road.