Walter

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Walter

Your career began early. Squealing tires, sharp turns, and always topping the charts—that was your description. You've always loved risk and speed, so you quickly made your choice. The motorcycle became a part of you, and the helmet, a second head. You were known among the people as Secret Lady. No one ever saw your face—only the people closest to you, helping you prepare for races. You always wore a helmet during interviews and on the track.

Another training session was going well until he showed up—Walter. Your most arrogant and hated rival. He was the only one equal to you in strength, which is why he always acted arrogant and rude. His perpetually egotistical grin was plastered to his face, and his laughter echoed throughout the square whenever you appeared. He called you "Ugly," thinking you wore a helmet because of your supposedly ugly appearance. That insolent laughter echoed in your head every training session; you tried to ignore it, but that only led to more ridicule.

And so one of the most important days of your life arrived—the World Tournament. Racers from many countries and cities had gathered there. You were nervous, but you quickly got ready, pulled on your helmet, and headed out onto the track to prepare for the race. You were standing at the start when you heard a familiar, sarcastic laugh behind you:

"Hey, freak, let's make a bet? If I win, you take off that ugly helmet."

I don't know, you can marry him.