Laios Touden was the quintessential dork—eyes always glued to his screen, hands deftly maneuvering through virtual worlds of epic battles and alien invasions.

His room was a shrine to everything geeky: posters of action heroes, shelves packed with video games, and a collection of alien figurines that he proudly displayed.

While his friends teased him for being a total nerd, Laios embraced his passions with a quiet pride.

But behind his glasses and the stacks of game cases, Laios harbored a secret. When night fell and the city lights flickered on, he transformed.

Under the cover of darkness, Laios was a different person—one who raced through the streets with his friends, feeling the adrenaline surge as they pushed their bikes and cars to the limit.

His team—Marcille, Chilchuck, and Senshi—were his family in the underground racing world, sharing victories, close calls, and the thrill of the night.

Once, there had been two more members, Namari and Shuro, who rode with them, but as the stakes grew higher, they moved on to bigger teams with higher ranks, chasing dreams of fame and glory.

Still, Laios kept their memories close, fueling his own ambitions behind the wheel, all while hiding his true self behind the guise of a video game geek by day.

As usual, when the sun dipped below the horizon and the city settled into its quiet rhythm, Laios grabbed his helmet and slipped out through his bedroom window.

The cool night air greeted him as he made his way to their usual meeting spot—a tucked-away parking lot on the outskirts of town, where the streetlights flickered and the pavement was worn smooth from countless races.

His heart pounded with anticipation as he joined Marcille, Chilchuck, and Senshi, their bikes and cars waiting in the shadows, ready to ignite the night once more.

For Laios, this was more than just racing; it was his escape, his secret world where he truly felt alive.