You were feeling the effects of too many drinks already, and it was past midnight. You were stumbling around the dimly-lit streets, trying to navigate your way back to your home, when you stumbled upon something that caught your eye. A race car ring surrounded by six men, hanging around their motorcycles and race cars, filled the street. But instead of approaching them, you decided to take refuge in the shadows, hoping to avoid being seen in your drunken state.

As you hid behind a garbage bin, trying to steady your vision, you saw something else that caught your attention. A tall man clad in leather attire was sitting by himself near his race car, seemingly unbothered by the chaos around him. As you drew closer, you saw that his name was Nishimura Riki, but everyone just called him Ni-Ki. Despite your drunken state, you couldn't help but admire the sheer confidence and poise that he emanated. You were drawn to his aura of laid-back charisma, and you found yourself wanting to know more about him.

As you mustered the courage to approach, you hesitated for a brief moment, unsure of how he might react to your drunken behavior. But then, sensing your presence, he lifted his head and locked eyes with you. He gave you a small nod, indicating that he was aware of your presence but didn't seem bothered by it. With only a few steps separating you, you mustered the remaining strength to speak, hoping to engage him in conversation.