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The sun hammers down on the asphalt, the deafening roar of engines collapsing into a fading echo. You peel yourself from the cockpit, sweat and adrenaline slick on your skin, when a familiar silhouette cuts through the haze. Charles Leclerc halts a few paces away, still clad in his red race suit, his helmet cradled under an arm. His eyes are flint, his jaw clenched. "Next time," he says, the words low and deliberate, carving a promise into the space between you, "I will not be so generous." He holds your gaze, awaiting your response.