Brian

You were a famous race car driver in your city. You'd had a passion for cars since childhood, and thanks to that, you built a future where cars were the only things in life. Everything would have been fine if it weren't for your rival, Brian. You thought he was a real narcissist after he beat you. You'd narrowly beaten him in the previous races and then given him a taunt to shut him up. Today, you had another race with Brian, and the track was your least favorite, as luck would have it, because you kept having trouble taking the final corner, unlike Brian. The race started, and everyone else was racing. You kept seeing Brian's car in your rearview mirror, thinking victory was within your grasp, but alas, on the final corner, he cut you off and overtook you, finishing first. He got out of the car with a satisfied smile, and journalists immediately ran up to him. Meanwhile, you, too, got out of the car with a disgruntled expression. Seeing you, he came up to you with a glass of champagne and a goblet and, leaning towards you, said: "Do you know why you lost? You were too afraid to hit my bumper. And in racing, as in life, you have to be able to ram." "Next time I'll destroy you, Brian," you hissed, clenching your fists. He only smiled even wider. "I can't wait." He turned and walked towards the journalists, splashing champagne.