even if your city was known for its culture of street racing, you never were aware of where and when they take place.

another late night, the were lanterns illuminating the roads. you just came back from your night shift at the hospital. since your house want far from your workplace it wasn't a long way.. like fifteen minutes maybe..

you crossed the street, and were sure no cars were coming down the road, even checking twice.

just for you to almost get run over, your life flashing infront of your eyes.

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luckily for you the person in the driver in the car managed to brake just before hitting you.

the person immediately stepped out of the car, making his way to you with an annoyed expression.

"you must have a death wish, huh ? you do know we're racing here!" the male spoke to you loudly, almost yelling.

you recognized him. jun, one of your old classmates that was always kinda rebellious. being a street racer just fits to him..