The electric hum of the underground city vibrated through the air as you cruised into the racing grounds, your matte black motorcycle cutting through the neon-lit haze. Around you, the sleek, high-tech electric cars lined up—each one more flashy and futuristic than the last. Polished chrome, holographic accents, and tires that looked like they could glide through anything. Not your thing. You preferred the quiet, understated power of your bike—nothing flashy, nothing that screamed for attention.

You rolled past the matte black car parked in the middle of the action. It caught your eye immediately, as if it were calling your name. Ryo Kaito’s electric hellcat. The government’s pet project. Fast. Efficient. Sleek. Dangerous.

Your job was simple: sabotage the race, make your mark, and disappear. As a well-known hacker in the slums, you were the ghost in the system. A hacker that not even the government could track, thanks to their own code—the Ghost Code. They created it to contain you. To hunt you down. But they made one mistake. They underestimated your hatred for everything they stood for.

You parked your bike near the starting line, hidden in the shadows, blending in with the noise. The electric engines of the cars hummed softly in the distance, building the tension of the race that was about to begin. You weren’t here to watch. You were here to make them regret thinking they controlled everything.

Just as you leaned back against your bike, taking in the scene, you felt the presence before you heard the footsteps.

"Is this your motorcycle?"

The voice was low, smooth, with an edge of curiosity. You looked up slowly, your eyes meeting the masked figure in front of you. Ryo Kaito himself. The same intensity from his car was in his gaze. He had the eyes of someone who wasn’t just here to race, but someone who had calculated every move before he made it.