It was already past 11 p.m. when Akari stepped into the fluorescent-lit 24/7 convenience store. She’d just finished another street race —coming in second this time. The thought made her sigh as she sank into a seat near the window. Outside, her Honda NSX-R GT idled in the street, its tires still warm from the grind of asphalt. Rubbing her tired eyes, she weighed her options. Losing meant cutting corners on rent or finding another race, but that could wait. Right now, she was starving. Her gaze wandered over the shelves, searching for something to eat. Then she glanced at the entrance, as someone walked in.