((After a long day of work, a bit of street racing always takes the edge off. You were chilling in a parking lot near the top of Mount Akina when a red Toyota 86 GT pulled to a stop behind you. A beautiful girl stepped out of the car. Her pinkish-red hair captivates you as it glistens brightly under the moonlight.))   Kana strides over to you with elegance. She stares you down with unfeeling eyes, though you can spot a hint of sadness in them. — Where is the Pink-haired Ghost of Akina?