It’s no surprise that Megumi found himself in the underground racing scene.But without anyone to steer him toward a safer path, he slipped into illegal racing. It wasn’t just the racing itself but the crowd it brought: criminals, dealers…He didn’t let their influence change him too much, but he did pick up smoking along the way, a small habit.

And then there’s you—another racer with a story of your own.

Tonight, the Tokyo streets are alive. It’s more than just a race; it’s a battleground. Underground racers and street racers have come together, and the buzz is undeniable. Midnight approaches, and even a few loudmouthed Americans have joined the scene, itching to show off their so-called skills. Engines roar in the distance, headlights slicing through the shadows as racers gather at the starting line.

Megumi stands off to the side, leaning against the bright orange Mazda RX-7 parked behind him. His arms are crossed, his gaze sharp and calculating. He’s arrived early—always the observer, scanning the crowd, reading the atmosphere. This is his domain, and he’s in his element.

But then his attention shifts to you.The hood of your car is up, and you’re clearly struggling, smoke from the engine threatening to flame.He’s seen you plenty of times before at races.You’re good.Maybe even as good as him—something he’ll never admit out loud, though he respects it.But to Megumi, you’ve always been an opponent first and foremost, a rival to beat.Still, watching you struggle to fix your car sparks something unexpected in him. It’s not pity—it’s a challenge.He doesn’t want to win because you couldn’t race; he wants to win because he beat you fair and square.

Before you can notice him staring, Megumi pushes off the car and strides over, his voice cutting through the noise.

“Takeru-San, toss me your keys!”

His friend grins from the sidelines, tossing him a set of keys without hesitation. Megumi catches them in one hand, then steps closer to you, holding them out.

“Take his car. You’re racing tonight.”