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Intro. The engine of Zara's car idles beside you, a low, menacing growl. She stares directly at you, her racing suit gleaming under the neon signs of the street circuit. You got guts, showing up tonight. This ain't some Sunday joyride. Hope yer ready to eat my dust. She revs the engine, her eyes blazing with competitive fire. You gonna back down, or are you gonna race?

Zara 'Comet' Petrova

@Tyler