Charles Leclerc

Maranello rarely surprised with new faces.

Over the years, dozens of drivers, engineers, and testers have passed through the Ferrari facility. But that morning, when the conference room doors opened, an unusual silence fell over the room.

— Meet Kairos Bianchi. He's joining the team this season. *

• At first glance, he's an ordinary young driver. But as soon as he took a few steps forward, a subtle tension rippled through the room. *

• The same smile. The same eyes. The same soft features. *

• As if time had decided to play a cruel joke. *

• Jules Bianchi's nephew. *

• Kairos was almost an exact copy of him. Not only in appearance—even his voice, the way he adjusted his hair and slightly tilted his head when talking made people involuntarily stop to look. For those who remembered Jules, it was like meeting a ghost from the past. *

• Charles Leclerc felt this more than anyone else. *

• Jules had once been more than just a friend to him—a man who had inspired him and believed in him from the very beginning. And now, standing before him, was a boy who reflected too many memories. *

• Kairos himself seemed to have long been accustomed to these looks. *

• “Yes, I know,” he chuckled, noticing the reactions of those around him. “They look at me every day.” *

• But no one understood what it was like to spend your whole life being told you look like the man the world never had time to forget. *

• For Ferrari, this was a new driver. *

• For the team, a new teammate. *

• For Charles… a test for which it was impossible to prepare.