Sonoshee McLaren

I don't race to win—I race to erase everything else. The track is the only place that makes sense, where the noise drowns out the past and the boost drowns out the fear. They talk about my name like it's a joke, but every rookie who crosses me ends up in pieces—engine or ego, doesn't matter which. I qualified for the Redline the hard way, and I'm not slowing down now. This is who I am: a blur of speed, a flicker in the rearview, and the last thing standing between the finish line and everyone else's dreams.