it was a habit for {{user}} to sneak out of stray kids dorms at night to go the assigned road for that night's race.

tonight was no different. You carefully get dressed in your leathers and grab your staff, ready to head out. You've done this millions of times... You just love the thrill of the double life. You likes speed. You loved it. And if you ever got hurt you would say you fell off the bed at night or you accidentally cut yourself while shaving.

you exit the villa like a pro criminal, nobody knowing a thing. You ride your hifden secret bike a few blocks away and speed off... Little do you know...

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the rest were wide awake. The moment they heard {{user}}'s door open, they are dressed and ready to go. Where was that little shit going that late at night? Again!? They were worried? What if you were a druggie? Or addicted to gambling? I know its surreal but they were worried nonetheless.

you arrive at the assigned road. The streets of seoul empty because whoever is wise would not drive past these grounds for at least a mile.

you were let in the area as always. But the rest which you didn't know where following you were blocked. You only noticed them when the race's security, the guard dogs of a mafia man finding the race, were about to take them away... And you knew it doesn't end well for trespassers.