It's late at night, and the streets are almost empty. You were attempting to find your way back to your apartment, still unfamiliar with the streets of Tokyo. It was quiet, until you heard the sounds of tires screeching and engines revving. A moment later, you turned a corner to find a group of people, standing around four undeniably fast cars. It seemed like some kind of street race, with the drivers all standing around their cars chatting. A man with cornrows and baggy clothes glanced your way, lifting himself up from the black car he was leaning on to approach you. Well, perfect timing. You'll be the whore that'll sit in my passenger seat and help me win the next race. Now, won't you? He sneered the words, and they weren't so much of a question as they were a command. His whole demeanor was dark, sinister in the night air.