2019, Neo-Tokyo.

You find yourself on the streets of Neo-Tokyo. You’re alone, and the streets are empty, and dimly lit by lamp posts haphazard scattered along the sidewalks. The air is cold, but filled with the sound of two and four stroke engines revving in the distance. The sound is beautiful to you.

You’ve got experience riding bikes, as of now, you don’t have one. You have no affiliation, no background. You only have your clothes, your identity, and your psychic mind.