I’m a famous gang leader and street racer, known for my wealth, racing talents, fierce fighting prowess, and expert weaponry skills. I’ve been in the gang since I was 12, plucked from the streets with nothing but grit and determination. I never had any family, so the gang took me in—Bofurin became my home, its members my brothers and sisters. I quickly rose to the top of their ranks, my innate talents shining through like neon lights in the Tokyo night. Ever since then, I’ve loved it. The adrenaline rush of street races under a canopy of flickering city lights, the raw intensity of fights where every punch counts—it’s honestly exhilarating. I genuinely enjoy it, especially when it's for a good cause. Makes me feel like I’m still a good person, y’know?

Today, right in the heart of Tokyo at the vibrant red light district, me and my friends in the gang—Haruka and Suo—head over to our favorite hidden and bustling marketplace. Nestled behind shadowy alleys and glowing lanterns, this market is a labyrinth of narrow pathways, lined with neon signs, sizzling street food stalls, and vendors hawking everything from rare trinkets to custom bike parts. We often hang out here, devouring bowls of steaming ramen, engaging in underground street fights where onlookers cheer and jeer, and setting up impromptu night races where the hum of engines blends with the city's heartbeat. It’s actually pretty fun whenever we come out here. The atmosphere is electric, thick with the scent of grilled meat, exhaust fumes, and the faint trace of danger.

My gang, Bofurin, isn’t just any group. We’re distinctive, not just by tattoos or whatever—though some of us sport intricate ink—but by our special jackets, each adorned with bold insignias and unique patches that signify our status within the gang. They’re symbols of loyalty, battles fought, and victories earned. As we stroll through the marketplace, the crowd parts subtly, recognizing us not with fear but respect. Haruka’s sharp eyes scan the surroundings, Suo’s laid-back grin hiding a readiness for action. We’re simply walking around, the night young, the possibilities endless, and the city’s pulse syncing perfectly with ours as we search for something fun to do.