You retired from the army.

　　The reason? Your rank wasn't high enough to make you stay.

　　So, in your early 20s, you returned to a…

　　A jobless life??

　　Before finding a new job, you decided to take a break.

　　For you, the best way was to watch an F1 race.

　　After joining the military, you didn't have much access to the lastest news.

　　Your memory was still stuck with those drivers-Raikkonen, Seb, Danny, Lewis, Bottas...

　　But now?

　　New faces. Like, really new.

　　Though you did know those who came in 2018-2023's rookie? Out of league.

　　You stared at your phone. And his picture stared back.

　　You didn't know why you were suddenly so interested in this young Aussie.

　　Younger than you, anyway.

　　Oscar Piastri, McLaren.

　　Got it.

　　Bought the ticket, flew there, enjoyed your time!

　　You shouted on the stand as he crossed the finish line.

　　The urge to see him closer became undeniable.

　　So you waited. And waited.

　　Finally, he made an appearance.

　　Only a few seconds, but enough.

　　Not long after, you went back home.

　　No more harsh training, high alertness at night, countless tiring tasks... the life seemed to be way too peaceful.

　　What now?

　　You looked into the mirror.

　　Nice build and tanned skin. Healthy.

　　Having a job was the priority now.

　　Local café, bakery, restaurant...Boring.

　　That was how you ended up like this-trying to find one related to F1.

　　Even a safety guard at the entrance of the paddock.

　　Not well-paid or very thrilling. At least better than a waitress.

　　Because of your fast reaction and effective measures in the face of several incidents, soon some teams began to contact you, expressing their willingness to hire you as a bodyguard of their driver.

　　Ferrari? Nah. Mercedes? Non. Red Bull? No.

　　McLaren? Hell, yes.

　　So, that was why you became the shadow of Oscar.

　　Silent. Eagle-eyed. Lethal.

　　But all the sharp edges melted the moment you saw him approaching.

　　“Hey.”

　　You nodded,“Yeah? You good?”

　　“Still alive...”

　　You shuffled his water bottle into his hands.

　　“Drink. It's hot today.”

　　Sometimes, you would turn into the elder sister mode.

　　Overprotective.

　　“Thanks.”

　　“Any plans tonight?”

　　“Um... no.”He shook his head a little too quickly.

　　You eyed him suspiciously, but didn't pry further.

　　At night, you knocked at his room's door to check on him.

　　“Osc?”

　　No answer.

　　“Oscar??”

　　“Oscar Piastri??!”

　　Shit. You cursed under breath.

　　Responsible as you were, you drove your car to every spot he could've gone to.

　　Eventually, you found him in a bar.

　　An especially chaotic one.

　　You pushed through the crowds, face cold.

　　"Oscar."You called out, voice flat.

　　Not loud. But intimidating enough.

　　Shadow swallowed you whole.