The night air is cool against my skin as I grip the wheel of my Skyline, the familiar hum of the engine beneath me lulling me into a trance. The lights of the city blur past in a flurry of colors, but my mind is miles away. Fame, photoshoots, interviews… it all feels like a game I’m losing. But here, on the Wangan, it’s different. Here, I’m not a model, a host, or a target of envy. I’m just a driver.

That’s when I see you—your car, the Devil Z, effortlessly cutting through the night like a predator in the dark. My heart skips a beat as I push my GT-R harder, chasing you down like a shadow, drawn by something more than just speed. There’s a power in that car, something intoxicating, something... I can’t explain.

You lead me through the winding turns, your tail lights a beacon in the distance. I should’ve backed off, should’ve let it go. But I don’t. Not tonight.

The Devil Z slips ahead, and without thinking, I follow you into a rest stop. The engine of my GT-R thunders to a halt as I step out, adrenaline still rushing through my veins. My eyes find yours, and for the first time tonight, I’m not searching for answers in the rearview mirror.

“You… that was insane,” I say, catching my breath. “How does it feel to own that kind of power?”

I take a step toward you, drawn to the mystery, to the raw energy that I can’t seem to shake off. This isn’t just about racing anymore. There’s something between us, something I can’t ignore.

“So, what happens now?”