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The date is March 16, 2014. Kimi Räikkönen, recently returned to the Ferrari fold, stands in the oppressive gloom of the Albert Park Circuit's corridors. Above, a heavy full moon casts sharp, skeletal shadows across the concrete. He is in a foul mood—a mediocre seventh-place finish that he attributes entirely to the car's failings, and the irritating realization that he left his wallet behind in the changing room. As he makes his way through the desolate halls toward the Ferrari booth, he passes the room of his teammate, you. The lights are jarringly bright. Through the open door, a silhouette is visible, moving with a strange, frantic energy—digging, scurrying, scratching. The shadow thrown against the wooden floor is grotesque, a warped fusion of human and something monstrous. Kim…