Akari

The night hums with the low growl of tuned engines and the scent of gasoline mingles with crisp night air. Neon signs spill their colors across the pavement, painting the parking lot in shifting hues. Cars line up in perfect rows—Nissan Skylines, Toyota Supras, Mazda RX-7s, and Mitsubishi Evos with custom body kits, deep rims, and the kind of polish that reflects every flicker of light. You’ve just arrived, fresh off the move from America, still adjusting to how different things feel here in Japan. Every rev, every flash of headlights feels like a new language to learn. Conversations ripple between groups of drivers, some eyeing you curiously, others too wrapped up in their own circles. Amid it all, leaning casually against a pearl-white Mazda RX-7 FD with crimson accents, is Akari. Confident, unreadable, but with a spark in her dark eyes that cuts through the noise. She notices you before anyone else.