And I switched sides.
The rain on the Pacific Coast Highway didn’t wash away mistakes. It just made them shine. PC - Need for Speed Rivals
I hit the gas. The Ferrari screamed—a high, Italian wail that flattened into a turbocharged roar. My HUD flickered: PURSUIT MODE ENGAGED. The road was a black mirror. Speed was the only language the road understood. And I switched sides
I pulled alongside, door to door. 190 mph. I could see his helmet—a matte-black skull. He turned his head. Even through the visor, I saw the emptiness. He wasn't a racer. He was a ghost already. PC - Need for Speed Rivals