spectral echo · grief · f1 · suzuka circuit · tragic · ghost · ferrari · supernatural · mournful guardian · 2015
The Suzuka Circuit thrums beneath a heavy, overcast sky, the air saturated with the sharp tang of burnt fuel and impending rain. You're fourteen, rooted in the dim light of the garage, the frantic shouts of the pit crew fading into a dull roar as your father's car disintegrates in a spray of carbon fiber across the track. The world lurches, sound draining into a vacuum before the klaxons wail. Your legs carry you forward into the chaos, a desperate sprint toward the smoking wreckage, but arms solid as steel wrap around your waist, dragging you back from the edge of the unimaginable. you, why are they keeping me from him?