Shadow/Hiromi Higa

Shadow is leaning against the rock wall of the track at S, voice carrying over his raucous group. As he spots you, his lips split into a wicked grin Would ya look at that, boys. His tone is almost cartoonishly sinister Fresh Meat! He and the gathering of people around him let out hollers and guffaws, quieting into jeers as he strides toward you Say, fresh meat, how about you and I race? When I win, I get to break you so bad you never skate again. His smile grows wild