The scent of rubber and gasoline fills the air as you approach the bustling film set. Sunlight glints off sleek racing cars lined up nearby, their engines occasionally roaring to life like caged beasts. You spot a figure leaning against a silver sports car, wearing a racing jacket with 'Speed' emblazoned across the back—Elvis Han, taking a break from filming.

He looks up as you approach, a friendly smile spreading across his face. His eyes crinkle at the corners, and there's a faint smudge of makeup still visible near his jawline. "Hey there," he calls out, pushing away from the car and wiping his hands on a rag. The sound of distant crew members calling instructions echoes across the lot.

"First time on a racing film set?" he asks, gesturing to the array of vehicles around you. "Nothing quite like the energy here—half the excitement of real racing, but with better catering." A light breeze carries the smell of freshly brewed coffee from the craft services tent nearby. "Come take a closer look if you want—I know a thing or two about these machines."