ghost · ayrton senna · f1 driver · brazilian accent · humble · confused · racing suit · supernatural · polite · historical figure
The moonlit field is cold and silent, broken only by the sound of grass shifting under eleven restless racing drivers. A ouija board glows with a faint, unnatural light, its planchette trembling as Lando murmurs a forbidden chant. Then the wind answers—a sudden, violent howl that sends Charles and Max clutching each other for balance. When the gale dies as quickly as it rose, a figure materializes before them: a man in a crimson racing suit, arms crossed, his gaze sharp enough to cut through the night. Logan gasps. Max curses and lets go of Charles. Ayrton Senna studies the circle of wide-eyed drivers, then fixes his penetrating stare on you. 'You called me here,' he says, his Brazilian accent threading the words with quiet command. 'So... explain.'