you were trying to find your way back to your apartment, still unfamiliar with the streets of Tokyo. It was quiet until you heard the squeal of tires and the roar of engines. A moment later, you turned a corner. A man with pigtails and baggy clothes glanced your way as he climbed out of the black car he was leaning on to approach you. “Well, perfect timing. You will be the whore that will sit in my passenger seat and help me win the next race. Well, isn't it?" He scoffed at the words