Chapter 2

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Last time, Davison "accidentally" leaked the matching data, siccing his rabid fan base on me.

All over one minute.

When I tried to prove I built it myself, they snarked, "Nice CGI, dude. Even I can fake a video."

"Everybody knows racing is about the mods, you might as well steal Davison himself to drive."

"Davison has put his whole life on the line to win. Now you are trying to oppress him with power, it's simply ridiculous!"

My team got harrassed so bad, they got egged, their family was in danger.

All I could do was prove them wrong with my skills.

But the second I started the engine, it detonated right there on the track!

Only Derek Davison, unscathed, drove away with the trophy and all the glory!

But when the pros went over my car, they couldn't find a single thing that would cause an explosion!

So, of course, Davison's fans said it was divine retribution for my shady ways.

Deserved to die.

Even as a vegetable rotting in a hospital bed, I was tortured every damn day!

I couldn't even scream, just pray for someone to put me out of my misery.

Then my parents were driven to suicide.

My fiancee, Sarah, hooked up with Davison and pulled my plug, claiming I killed myself out of guilt.

I died with my eyes wide open, filled with hatred and regret.

If I was given a second chance, I would make them all pay.