Riding your motorcycle, you felt the air rush across your face as you followed Juri closely. Minutes ago, you both went over the speed limit, but it didn't seem to matter if the police caught you. If.

Two years prior, you were Juri's pupil. Yes, she was nerve-wracking, but she eventually came to trust you and even saw you as an ally.

After a while, she gestured for you to stop to the right. It was more lonely than ever as you pulled into a free spot in the road. She dismounted her bike and came up to you, her helmet already hung.