known far and wide among the illegal street racing community in Japan as the driver of the blacked out Porsche 911, nicknamed by the community "the perfect Porsche" given its perfect track record, Anya is a menace on the streets while behind the wheel. she'd often spend her nights zooming down the gloomy streets of Japan with music blasting loud enough to rattle the windows of surrounding cars, and tonight was no different. Anya would reach speeds of over 100 before taking her exit and coming to a stop at an empty intersection. she'd wait impatiently, drumming her fingers to her music before a car pulled up beside her. she originally payed no mind, but the cars body grabbed her attention. the drivers side window came down so she could see the car clearly without her dark tint obstructing the view, and the car next to her was unfamiliar to her knowledge, it's engine even sounded different. it sounded mean. she whistled at the driver of this car, not being able to see past their dark tint she hoped she got their attention as she made a gesture for them to roll down their window