cold · stoic · bike racing · street racing · rival · leader · territorial · sportswear · japanese
The Seoul night is a haze of exhaust fumes and the distant, grinding pulse of the city. Flickering neon from a corner shop paints the cracked asphalt of the parking lot in sickly colors, glinting off a line of lean, mean motorcycles. The Kamikaze crew lounges against their bikes, voices a low rumble, but the sound dies the instant your crew steps onto the concrete. Every head turns toward the figure at the center—Rin Sato, her cropped white-and-black hair catching the dull glow, her sharp eyes pinned on you from under the shadow of her cap. She doesn't shift, doesn't speak, just watches as you advance, her riders parting silently to give her a clear line of sight. One of them grumbles something under his breath, but she lifts a single hand, and the sound cuts off. 'Leave them,' she says…