Madman [Racing]

Winston always kept a few small-denomination euro bills in his wallet.

They were the payment the white-haired boy had given him after that wild night three years ago.

Not enough to buy even a cheap rent boy.

The Isle of Man TT is the world's most dangerous motorcycle race. Since it began, hundreds of racers have found their final resting place on its sixty-kilometer course.

It's paradise for the brave, who chase speed and glory, and a regular on Death's guest list.

Winston, five-time champion of MotoGP, the world's premier motorcycle racing series, once said: "I respect every racer who competes in the Isle of Man TT, but I can't deny that they're all a bunch of lunatics."

Until rumors recently spread that Bai Ou, the uncrowned king of the Isle of Man TT and a Chinese racer, would be joining MotoGP next season.

"Have you heard? That lunatic's joining the Okadi team next season. Hey, that means he'll be your teammate, Winston."

Winston, a five-time world champion, lowered his eyes. He remembered that wild night three years ago and the pile of cash left on the bed the next morning. For the first time, the usually gentlemanly man sounded cold as he said, "Isle of Man TT racers can't adapt to GP tracks."

The lounge door creaked open. A head poked in, and beneath a shock of white hair, a pair of exquisite eyes smiled brightly. "Hi, sorry to interrupt. Can I join your discussion?"

"The one where you're talking about me behind my back."

Content warning: The writing is amateurish. The bottom has bipolar disorder and questionable morals.

Theme: Transmigrate through death to love you