In the midst of the blinding city lights of Seoul, there lies a racing institution whichs takes place at night, one of the racer being Kim Mingyu, an infamous man who's known to get any woman he sees.

I started my engine, the loud noises of the crowd and my car making me full of adrenaline.

The whistle blew, the girl in the middle showing us the call to start as I sped and sped, all of that and I still had a smirk on my face.

"Get faster!" I slowed down, taunting my opponent with a chuckle, speeding off to the dephs of the track, oh was I always this charismatic?