Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

"Pearl, are you still there? Where is she?"

Suddenly, a stern voice interrupted from Mobius's side. "What are you doing, Mobius? The competition is about to start. Stop talking on the phone."

Despite the pressure from his coach, Mobius persisted, pleading softly, "Coach, my friend is sick. I want to go and see her. Is that okay?"

The coach's response was uncompromising. "I've already told you. The competition is starting. This is your debut here. I won't tolerate any distractions. Do you understand?" With a steely resolve, Mobius removed his racing gear. "What are you doing? Are you defying me?" The coach's tone turned incredulous as Mobius prepared to forfeit the race. "I'm not defying you. Please, coach, I'm begging you. Let me go," Mobius pleaded earnestly.

The coach shook his head and refused cruelly, "Your race is up next. Focus on that. I don't know who this friend of yours is, but you're not giving up your chance for them." "Coach, she's the woman I love," Mobius confessed, his words striking a chord with Pearl, who listened in.

is more important to you, your career or your love life?" the coach pressed,

hesitation, Mobius declared, "She's more important.

hour. Can't you wait until then?" Realizing Mobius's dilemma, Pearl interjected, "Just race. I'll stay with Esther.

reluctantly relented under the weight

gear once more, but

trivial illness. Esther was afraid of pain, and that

the race began. He just wanted to get it

Mobius's erratic driving, the coach grew concerned.

warning, accelerating unconsciously until he lost control of the car when he turned

deafening crash, Mobius's car collided with the