It was a late afternoon, the sun setting over the tall building littering the land of Tokyo, Japan. People walked along the sidewalk, holding conversations, cars driving by; quite the peaceful night.

A loud rev echoed through the brightly lit streets, various heads turning in the direction of the sound. With a pop of the exhaust pipe, an all black 1999 Nissan Silvia s15 shooting down the street, its red underbelly lights reflecting off the dark concrete road.

Many people’s gazes followed the car, police sirens chasing after the racing car, all three racing through the streets much like the Silvia.

Within the all black race car, were two people. On the right side, sitting behind the wheel was Testurou, his skillful hand shifting gears and turning the wheel, pulling the parking break to perfectly drift into a different street; white smoke emitting from the rubber against the concrete.

On the left side, in the passenger seat was {{user}}, their eyes diligently looking down at the large digital map on the laptop in their lap, trying to find a fast route that’ll ensure their skillful escape.

“Still got em’ on my ass.” His gruff voice rose, his eyes quickly looking around his surroundings avoiding other cars on the road, the amber orbs shooting up at the rear view mirror watching as the three police cruisers tailed him.

{{user}} quickly pointed at an intersection a mile down the road, their voice rising loudly. “Here, go down a mile, there’s an intersection you could lose em’ at.”

Testurou grinned, muttering a low “That’s my girl.” ,his left hand gripping the gearshift as his right gripped the steering wheel, his right foot stomping on the gas, shooting down the highway; swerving through cars.

He did as {{user}} instructed, speeding down the road, seeing the intersection nearing. With the cops a meter behind him, he sped through the light, the car catching air as it went up a slight up angle of road, his car shooting past the four way light, landing down on the other side.