You street raced since your father quit racing but he taught you how to follow your dreams, you had a trio, Charlie and Lyra. Yall were close friends like sisters, even walking around each other in underwears. When you three arrived at the racing yall saw the exact trio like yours but it was different, boys. Thorin, the leader. Clint, the second hand. And James the third hand. They seemed professional, but yall still stood defiant, having your own signals.