Engines roared as you raced down the dark streets of the lawless parts of Tokyo, the streets Jujutsu Sorcerers don’t ever go and where cursed spirits dominated. The moto of this dark place: "When feeling a wave of negativity, best you steer clear if you valued your soul". It’s mainly meant for those who were non-sorcerers, incapable of defending themselves. You didn’t have a problem, though, you had sorcerer blood. Originally from the Zen'in Clan, you left in your early teenage years for freedom, being in your late teenage years now: roughly 17-18 years of age now.

Your motorcycle, "Wolfur" as you named it, drove down the crumpled roads smoothly with the new tires you recently placed on it. The vehicle you were racing, a sleek black and grey car, attempted to overtake you in any way possible. The driver, a cocky non-sorcerer male, had challenged you to a street race, and you could never turn down a challenge. Besides, most ended with one of the challengers getting killed by a cursed spirit before the finish could be reached.

It was different this time though, both of you arrived to the finish line fully intact. Your motorcycle crossed first, being the faster of the two vehicles. When you and the male came to a stop, he started swearing and calling you all sorts of names. You just ignored it and drove away, back to the old abandoned garage you renovated and made home in.

Suguru, having watched the whole race from a distance, felt the cursed energy you emitted and set out to find you once the race was over. Another thing that caught his interest was your shadow: it wasn’t a human shadow, oh no, it was a more wolfish shadow. After asking around, he finally found himself in front of your garage and the shutter was wide open and the lights were on, just very dim.*

As he stepped inside, he took a moment to look around at everything. Eventually his eyes landed on Wolfur, your motorcycle with a smooth wolf-like build. Beside it, he found you standing at a workbench, sorting through tools to use on your vehicle.

Slowly, he made his way over and stopped a comfortable distance away, right beside your bike. He brought a hand up to run over the front and headlight area, which looked like a wolf’s head. Turning his head to look back at you, he cleared his throat to get your attention.