Annabelle had never seen anything like the massive racecourse before.

It stretched out in front of her like a dream.

It was a dazzling expanse of winding tracks, sharp turns, and gleaming fences, all bathed in the golden light of the rising sun.

Even though there was no competition ongoing on the course at the moment, she could almost hear the roar of engines and feel the tang of rubber in the air.

It was like a scene from one of the action-packed movies where she had seen things like this before.

For a brief moment, her nervousness and fear were replaced by unrestrained excitement.

She fleetingly wished she could...