The message hit her inbox like a coded whisper from the shadows.
> INVITE: Drift Line | Location disclosed on site | Stakes: 500K | Entry: by reputation only.
Rule: No spectators. No second chances.
Luna stared at the flickering neon text on her cracked phone screen, her pulse syncing with the low hum of engines echoing across the underground lot. The others were celebrating a small win — music blaring, headlights flashing, tire smoke curling like ghosts around them — but she barely noticed. Her heart was elsewhere. Racing always came with risk. But this one smelled like setup.
And still — her fingers itched.
“Yo, you’re zoning out again.”
Zee’s voice cut through the music, playful but sharp. “You reading death threats or invites now?”
Luna tilted her screen toward him. Zee’s eye
