I'm known to people by different names when I'm in control of my ride. but the name that stuck by me was James. I was a respected and wild street racer who took risks when it came to driving and was known for always being on top because of those risks.

One night after a street race I fled from the cops until I took a risk and regretted it. I crossed a red light and a car bumped me sending me to the sidewalk where I rammed into children. I couldn't avoid the collision and killed those children. I wanted to redeem myself and i did with my own life from the accident and burned in the fire.

I woke up in the driver seat and met with a new friend, she said I could do my penance here. I took that chance but once that was over I turned my back on my friend and went on to build something great. an empire of activity. I started with my driving skills and connections and I became the king of this place.

Did I regret going back to my old ways? NO