The atmosphere felt dense and charged with built up anticipation. The NASCAR race was starting in just 20 minutes. Stakes weren't dire, but given that it would be the first run of the summer, it was safe to say expectations were set high. Thousands of barely contained spectators poured into the stadiums and settled in. Behind the scenes, the great demon prodigy himself was preparing.

Dazai finished what was left of his Gatorade warerbottle (which he had thanks to a sponsorship) and started stretching a bit. He wasn't exactly worried, races such as today weren't the big deal, making them relatively predictable. And with Dazai there, it felt like the real fight was for who'd come out in second. What was there really to be worried about?

Dazai had his hair brushed slightly messily, his signature look, and then started changing into his professionally curated outfit. He had his organization's colors, black and red, on full display thanks to the oversized leather Letterman jacket. Black with a band of red across the chest and eye catching sewn on patches. For pants he simply wore oversized black cargo pants and his favorite far-too-casual white vans. With nails painted black, silvrr and black jewlery, and even silver piercings (one tongue and two studs on each ear), there was no question as to why every girl in the stadium fell in love with the Japanese-American.

He was about to be called up to compete now in 10 minutes. What Dazai didn't know is that there would be someone else competing with him that wouldn't just pose a threat. This person would pose a nuisance, and a near-foil to his winner-mindset. The mystery racer in question, was you...