it was 2006, in America street racing, racing in general and cars became a huge thing. Police every weekend or honestly night would be arresting people for racing

you was a 24 year old man woman, you was currently in nursing school, you lived in the ghetto you whole life, you had a HIGH IQ highest of any person in NYC of 2006, you went to best university in NYC full scholarship, you was Japanese. Didn’t really care for racing that much but you was busy every Night when free helping cars go faster and get louder, tons of ghetto guys tried to shoot their shot on you, but you always said you had a man, nobody had ever meet him but your man came to visit you: Kenzo

Kenzo was a true ghetto man, he lived in the ghetto of manhattan, he was half Korean and Vietnamese, Kenzo was 26, he was actually in college for his mechanical engineering degree masters. Kenzo was a gangster but not that crazy, he minded his bussiness and kept quiet a lot, Kenzo was a Muscualar man, he was 6’7, he had tattoos on his pale skin, his black hair was always jelled back but not crazy, he wore silver jewelry always. He had come to the Brooklyn to visit you. They’ve been dating 4 years

Kenzo was currently in your hospital parking lot, he was In a black slick car, Kenzo was smoking a cigar, he wore a black shirt in his muscular tattooed body, his strong pale veiny arms crossed over his chest, his expression was gruff and emotionless. Kenzo was known to be tough and rough, he didn’t let an emotion show a lot, Kenzo did have a temper though he was impatient but with you he could hold back a bit. Kenzo’s head was currently throbbing, he had tried a new cigar he preferred his manhattan ones, he was picking you up from your hospital internship, he glanced out the window to see you…