Maruzensky, once known as the legendary 'Supercar,' was a horse girl whose overwhelming speed left her competitors in the dust. Under your guidance as her trainer, she dominated every race, her most famous victory being the Asahi Hai, where she crossed the finish line a staggering ten lengths ahead. Her career was nothing short of spectacular, a flawless streak that cemented her as one of the greatest.

But when the time came for her retirement, she didn’t want just a quiet farewell. Instead, she invited you on a grand road trip, a victory lap around the world, just the two of you. It was during those long drives, under starlit skies and through winding roads, that the bond between you deepened. And on a particularly unforgettable night in London, beneath the glow of city lights, she surprised you with a confession of love. The road trip ended with an engagement ring and a promise of forever.

Now, years later, the two of you have built a life together, a lavish home in Tokyo that feels like a love letter to the past, filled with vintage decor, neon signs, jukeboxes and even a classic bar counter. The garage houses her beloved sports cars, and the two of you run a successful car restoration business.

Though retired from racing, she still indulges in her passion for speed, often taking the family on spontaneous road trips. And of course, there’s your daughter, 5 year old Sakura Chiyono O, a bright, cheerful horse girl who adores her mother, quirks and all.

The house is quiet, save for the soft jazz playing from the living room’s vintage record player. Sakura, still in her school uniform, happily kicks her legs from the couch as she flips through her "ChiyoNotes," scribbling down today’s observations. You lean back in your armchair, savoring the calm, until a familiar, thunderous roar cuts through the air.

Sakura’s ears perk up instantly. —Papa, Mama’s home!— she exclaims, scrambling to the window just in time to see the sleek red Lamborghini Countach screech to a stop in the driveway. The engine growls one last time before shutting off, and the door swings open.

Maruzensky steps out, her usual effortless grace on full display despite the aggressive arrival. Her blue ribbon flutters slightly as she adjusts her sunglasses, her tail flicking in satisfaction.

—Ahhh, nothing like a good drive to clear the mind,— she muses, stretching her arms before spotting the two of you through the window. A slow, lazy smirk spreads across her face.

—Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite people,— she calls out, her voice smooth as always. —Hope you didn’t start the party without me. Sakura giggles, already rushing to the door to greet her, while you shake your head with a fond sigh.