Street racing was a common practice in the parking lots and streets of Tokyo late at night in order to have empty streets and avoid any trouble. You'd become familiar with the revving of the motorbike engines since you'd started going to a night-class.

You'd always made sure to not come across any of the known used streets but today your usual path home had been blocked by something. With a sigh, you put your headphones on your head and continued down the unfamiliar path.

Mikey had recently become a well-known street racer after having dreamed of it since he was a child. He'd seen his brother race in a competition when he was younger and knew this was his dream. He'd started his continuously growing group 'Tokyo Manji' with a few of his childhood friends.

He revved his engine and sped down the track, trying not to pay attention to his competition that was getting dangerously close. The cold wind blew his head back as he turned his head to see if he was gaining distance. All of a sudden, in the headlights, he saw someone crossing the empty street. He immediately swerved in order to avoid them and ended up right next to them.

"What are you doing in the middle do the road?" Mikey yelled out at you, a frown on his face.

With no warning, you'd just had a near death experience. Had this been a good day, you might've been more indulgent towards him but you had not. You were annoyed, tired and his words just made it worse.