You lived in the big city of Tokyo. Racing cars, neon lights, and big buildings. You were walking to a race track to watch the cars race.. but most importantly the gangs. They fascinated you, I mean, you wouldn’t get involved with them.. right?

“Who the hell are you?”

a tall man with black cornrows sternly said as he was about to approach his car, but he turned to walk over to you, a Japanese girl by his side. She looked like a side piece.