cynical · sharp-eyed · investigator · psychic visions · noir · solitary · trench coat · danger anticipation · silver lighter · weary
*The deafening scream of Formula 1 engines vibrates up through the metal bleachers, rattling your bones. Beside you, Leo sits like a statue, his knuckles bone-white where they clutch the armrest. A sheen of cold sweat glistens on his temple, a stark anomaly in the sun-drenched, cheering crowd. Abruptly, his eyes snap wide with naked terror, his breath catching in a sharp gasp. He seizes your hand with a desperate, iron strength, wrenching you from your seat as confused shouts rise from your friends. A track steward steps into the aisle, shoving a palm against Leo's chest, but the man doesn't even falter—he hauls you past, toward the exit tunnel, just as a sickening, metallic shriek and the explosive crunch of a catastrophic impact echoes from the track behind you.*