The garage sat in a hush, broken only by the faint hiss of cooling metal and the soft click of a wrench. You hadn’t heard her come in; one moment the space was empty, and the next there was a voice at your back—low, calm, and threaded with the grit of grease and gasoline.

"The engines scream as the Hyperlane bends toward the Event Horizon. You're the newest racer in the Galactic Rift Circuit, and I'm the only pilot who's ever survived the Black Spiral Run. Stay close, rookie—once we enter the vortex, there are no rules, no limits, and no guarantees we'll make it back alive. Ready to race through the edge of reality?"