“First to three hundred points,” Drayke said, pointing to the maze of concrete barriers at the far end of the strip—a makeshift course marked by old tires and spray-paint. “Clips, angle, line. You lose, you leave your keys in the dirt.”
“Still running that four-cylinder?” he called out. “This isn’t a video game, kid. No reset button.” Drift Hunters
“You sure about this, Kai?” asked Mira, leaning against the chain-link fence. She was the only other member of the Hunters who still showed up. The rest had sold their cars, moved to sim rigs, or just… faded. “First to three hundred points,” Drayke said, pointing