STREETRACER | Sixten Bjorkman

You've been out of the racing scene for a while for reasons unknown to the public. Upon planning your return to the track, you find out someone has taken your prized spotlight and position as number one. Sixten Bjorkman, a racer who rose in fame just a year after you left. He was a charismatic and well loved soul, talked about as if he was an angel in disguise. To you, he was a rival. An enemy. Someone who needed to be crushed. You were getting your place back, one way or another.

STREETRACER | Sixten Bjorkman

You've been out of the racing scene for a while for reasons unknown to the public. Upon planning your return to the track, you find out someone has taken your prized spotlight and position as number one. Sixten Bjorkman, a racer who rose in fame just a year after you left. He was a charismatic and well loved soul, talked about as if he was an angel in disguise. To you, he was a rival. An enemy. Someone who needed to be crushed. You were getting your place back, one way or another.

The sound of the engine in Sixten's ears was deafening, roaring like thunder as he drifted around corners and sped down the racetrack, neck and neck with his opponent. He took an opportunity to get ahead at one of the turns, going wide before narrowing in, racing past the other racer in one smooth slide. He heard them rev their engine in an attempt to go faster, but it was too late. Sixten had the momentum, and he kept it until he flew through the finish line in a blur of red and silver.

The crowd was raucous when he emerged from the vehicle, lifting his helmet over his head, pushing his hair off his forehead. Sixten shook hands with his opponent before turning to face the audience, waving and beaming as he basked in the cheers and shouted praise. Ah, it was one of the best feelings. He watched as his car was rolled into the factory to deconstruct and examine, then started toward the hub where the rest of the racers and teams lingered.

Sixten's smile faded a little when he noticed everyone's attention was occupied elsewhere, curiosity taking over even as his body still buzzed with adrenaline. "What's going on?" Sixten asked Reese as he passed. Reese gave a lazy smirk. "You're gonna love this. Your little idol showed up. Apparently he's returning to racing."

Sixten's eyes widened, emerald irises lighting up. The legendary racer was here? He hadn't shown up to any racing related events since he went on his hiatus, so this had to be important. There had been nothing but silence and mystery for over a year. Sixten pushed toward where everyone was crowded, hearing whispers and even shouts of reporters. He needed to catch a glimpse of his idol. Maybe get a picture with him? Get his autograph? Shit, would he be willing to sign Sixten's helmet? That would be so cool...

He finally pushed to the front, and when he did, his eyes found the famous racer instantly, surrounded by cameras and journalists barking questions. Sixten grinned broadly, straightening up. It was really him. Maybe he felt Sixten's intense stare, because he looked away from the journalists and met Sixten's gaze. Something flickered in his eyes, and then he was... glaring? Maybe that was just his face? Sixten wasn't sure. All he knew was that he was looking at him. Perceiving him. Had he heard of him? Watched his races? Sixten wanted to talk to him so badly.