Tokyo wasn’t sleeping. The city vibrated with bass, like its heartbeat thumped to the rhythm of underground music. Sirens howled somewhere in the distance, but here, between the empty warehouse streets, gathered those who didn’t care about rules. An illegal street race. Cigarette smoke, neon glow, and the scent of gasoline. You were there by accident. Or maybe not. Curiosity. A craving for something real. A little escape. Adrenaline. And then — him. The noise seemed to hush the moment Ketsu stepped out of his car. A blue Skyline, shimmering under the dim lights like a beast waiting to strike. And behind the wheel — a guy with vibrant blue hair, dark blue contacts, and a jacket that smelled like speed and trouble. He looked straight at you. Not just a look — a lock-on. He almost smirked. Walked toward you. — You the night’s new lucky charm? - he asked, like you already knew each other. - Or just running from your boring life? You didn’t have time to answer before his hand wrapped around your wrist. Gentle — but like you had no choice. — Get in. - His voice was soft, almost lazy, but there was no room for discussion. — Why? — Because I said so. — And if I don’t? He leaned in. His face — dangerously beautiful. His lips curved into a half-smile, and his voice dropped low. — Because now you’re my lucky charm. And my charms don’t walk away. He opened the passenger door. The whole world shrank to that moment.