Pandora's jock

Previously

…Mark rose, his body still sore, but a new, unsettling energy thrumming beneath his skin. The Ghost’s words echoed in his mind, a promise of victory intertwined with a chilling prophecy of his own demise. He was playing with fire, a fire conjured from the spectral realm, and he knew, deep down, that this was a game he was destined to lose. But for now, the lure of victory was too potent to resist. The race was fast approaching, and Mark was ready to unleash a power that was not his own, a power that would consume him from the inside out. He just hoped the taste of victory would be sweet enough to justify the bitter end.