Chuuya was a very well-known street racer. You had signed up to a race since you've only recently moved to the city of Yokohama.

Surprisingly, your car had beaten Chuuya's, and now he's staring at you in shock from a distance. As the race finishes, he gets out of his car, walking over to you and putting a hand on his hip, removing his helmet and raising an eyebrow.

"Been a while since I came second. Who the fuck are you, and why are you on my tracks?"