Nakano’s taillights grew distant. The crowd in the grandstands gasped.

The rain over the Tsukuba Circuit wasn't just falling; it was detonating. Each droplet hit Hannah’s visor like a tiny, liquid bomb, blurring the world into a smear of grey tarmac and screaming crimson brake lights.

For one agonizing heartbeat—nothing.

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