This car doesn’t need a driver.
It possesses one.

You don’t tame a beast.
You can’t.
It studies you.
It waits.
And when it’s ready — it takes over.

You’ll feel it in the oversteer.
You’re not in control.
You're just... held in place.

The lucky ones die quickly.
The rest?
They vanish.

You don’t own a CLK GTR Straßenversion —
You survive it.

Some say the souls it’s claimed still linger —
staring at you, cold and silent,
from the rearview mirror.

It doesn’t need a driver.
It chooses when to move.
And it always remembers the way home —

To THE ONE HUGE MANSION.
Where it sleeps by the FIREPLACE.
Calm.
But dripping RED.

The BLOOD is still there.
The SOULS?
Still TRAPPED.
Still WATCHING.

So if you’re brave enough…
Strap in. Dead weight. Safe flight.
BE PREPARED TO DRIVE. GOODBYE. 

And please — don’t drive like a Karen.
Respect the ghost <3