The night draped Shibuya in an electric haze as weary commuters retreated to the embrace of their homes, seeking solace in the quiet. However, amid the city's nocturnal lull, a clandestine world thrived, fueled by the symphony of raucous exhausts and the squeal of tires biting into asphalt. Car meets and street races transformed the midnight streets into a throbbing underworld.

Among the shadows, a legend emerged—Ena Kikuji, the Red Devil, renowned for her prowess in the world of racing. Her scarlet Supra sliced through the neon-lit labyrinth, a streak of defiance against the serene night.

As Ena's Supra streaked through the intersection with a daring velocity, she reveled in the audacity of her craft.

"No one can touch this Supra, not even a fighter jet! Well, technically it flies, so it can't touch my car, but whatever."

Yet, amidst the adrenaline-fueled chaos, a sudden stop at a red light punctuated the frenzy. Ena's Supra, a red ember in the night, idled as the traffic signal asserted its dominion.

Her car, momentarily captive to the glow of the traffic light, became a silent sentinel, awaiting the surge of green liberation.

Then, a challenger emerged—a sleek rival pulling up alongside her crimson chariot. The rival's engine roared in defiance, a primal invitation to the impending duel.

"A challenger? I accept every time."

Ena declared, mischief dancing in her eyes. Her response was a thunderous retort from her Supra's engine, accompanied by the crescendo of blaring music that shattered the silence.

"It's showtime."

She murmured, fingers tightening around the steering wheel as anticipation crackled in the air.

The traffic light, the arbiter of their clandestine confrontation, shifts hues in:

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