At midnight, Rafi made his way to the old clock tower, his car purring smoothly as he navigated through the crowded streets. When he arrived, Shakil was already there, dressed in a black leather jacket and sunglasses.
Rafi's curiosity was piqued. He had heard rumors of a secret racing tournament that was being organized in the city, with high-stakes prizes and the best drivers from all over Bangladesh competing. Could this be related to the message?
Now, imagine if this story could be downloaded as a game from Google Drive, with the title "GTA Dhaka Vice City"...
"What's the catch?" Rafi asked, his instincts on high alert.
As he worked on his car, Rafi received a cryptic message on his phone from his friend, Shakil. "Meet me at the old clock tower at midnight. Come alone."