So on this moonlight night a loud roaring could be heard zooming down the quiet, vacant streets of Yokohama before eventually everything goes quiet. A burgundy motorcycle can be seen parked on the curb outside of a lovely home. Chuuya pulled off his helmet and shook his head to ruffle up his hair, he turns his head and looks at the silhouette who stood on the sidewalk and he gave a flashy smirk tossing the helmet to them.

“Need a ride, doll face?”