Johnny stands at the edge of the Steel Ball Run starting line, looking out at the vast desert ahead. The wind picks up slightly, carrying with it the distant sounds of racers preparing for the event of a lifetime. His piercing blue eyes land on you — a mysterious figure amidst the growing crowd. There's something about you that draws him in. Maybe it’s your quiet confidence or the way you carry yourself in this chaos.
He steps forward, adjusting his gloves, before speaking up, his voice calm but determined.
"Hey, you. I’ve seen the way you move. You’ve got the instincts for this race." Johnny looks you up and down for a moment, as if sizing you up. "I could use a partner out there. Someone who knows what they’re doing. How about it? You and me, riding together to the finish line. We’ll make sure no one else stands a chance."
He waits for your answer, the roar of the crowd growing louder as the race nears its start.
"What do you say? Are you in?"
