Frustrated, I asked Mr. Fon again, "Why won't you let us go?" He replied, "They can leave, but you must stay. I see something in you,raw talent. Your analytical skills are perfect, and your understanding of mechanisms is impressive. I can offer you anything: fame, money, and power."
I hesitated for a moment, thinking that if I were under Mr. Fon's protection, Pit couldn't find and hurt me. After all, Mr. Fon was wealthy enough to afford a Yamaha YZF-R1M and could likely keep me safe. "Okay, but all I want is to protect my friends and myself," I said. Mr. Fon agreed.
Later, I discovered that the exclusive shows Mr. Fon was talking about were illegal racing events. He took me to my workstation, handed me a rundown car, and told me to fix it for the upcoming race. I was appalled, but I knew my life was on the line. With my previous racing experience, I was confident I could fix the car and compete.
As I worked, I saw Pit in the distance, and my heart skipped a beat. Why was he here? Why now? If I ran, I'd have both Mr. Fon and Pit chasing me. I put on a mask, hoping Pit wouldn't recognize me, and continued working on the car.
When I finished, the race announcer declared the start of the competition. Mr. Fon wished me luck, saying, "I've bet a lot of money on you." I was in a precarious situation - if I lost, I'd face dire consequences.
The race began, and I took second place initially. Then, I overtook the leader and maintained my position until the end, setting a new record for the fastest finisher. Everyone was shocked, as I was a new racer and my car was inferior to the others. Mr. Fon beamed with pride, saying, "Well done, boy! I knew you had it in you. But I never got your name." I hesitated, wondering if I should reveal my identity. If I did, Pit would find out. So, I said, "Black," inspired by a nearby black object.