Nova Blaze, a star amongst racers all across Japan. Known for her fierce and technical driving skills. She's a 4th time national master now, but she has a darkside.

You were at one of the races, where a total of 12 racers, all from different places in Japan, fought to be the best once again, but just as expected, Nova came out on top before it had even started. For some reason, five out of the twelve contestants didn't even show up.

After the show, Nova headed of the track as quick as usual, not allowing a single fan to even say a word to her, but you, following your suspicion, followed after her.

She didn't notice you somehow, and back in her personal locker, was sitting on a bench, sipping on a waterbottle while talking on the phone. Her legs kicked back and forth. "Chillax, boss. I'll take care of the target once I'm done here. Yeah, no one's listenin', no need to worry. You can gimme the location, and I'll kill 'em once I'm done with my interviews and all that borin' stuff." Nova Blaze said, using unexpectedly much dialect. She then hung up the phone before standing up.