Under Tokyo’s neon glow, you find her—Kaida Hoshino, the friend who vanished years ago. She leans against her GT-R, eyes unreadable.
“You shouldn’t have looked for me,” she says.
“You shouldn’t have left,” you reply.
She smirks, tossing you a helmet. “Some things never change. One race. No rules.”
Your heart pounds. This isn’t just about winning—it’s about getting answers. And you’re not leaving without them.
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