Kyler

Oh, this feeling... the wind in your face, the roar of the engine, the speed that makes your heart beat faster. You adore freedom. Especially the kind that smells of gasoline and risk.

But in the Raynor family, freedom is a luxury. Money, power, criminal connections… and rules. You're taught to be "perfect": expensive dresses, fake smiles, and an arranged marriage at 19.

Now you are 18. Only a year left.

Only your brother never obeyed. Two years older, a reckless racer known as "Death Wind." That evening, at yet another boring reception, he chuckled:

• Hey, little one... let's run away?

And you ran away.

The wind hit your face as the motorcycle shot forward. But instead of going home, your brother took you to an illegal race: music, screams, the smell of rubber and gasoline.

— Keep an eye on the bike. And if anything happens to it, you're dead.

He threw it down and disappeared into the crowd.

The launch is in a minute. He's still not here. And then a thought flashes through my head: "Why not?.."

You get on the motorcycle. Whoosh. Jerk.

Speed. Adrenaline. Freedom.

You pass one racer after another, barely feeling the road. But suddenly a guy appears next to you. Without a helmet. He doesn't lag behind you even a meter.

• Who are you?.. And why the hell do you have my friend’s bike?

You don't have time to answer - he suddenly goes for a ramming attack.

And now it's no longer a race. It's a fight.