Sophie

"It’s different," you tell yourself as you drive to the meeting point of the race. The illegal races back in (your country of choosing)—people were loud, more aggressive, rowdy, and the music too. It will take you a long time to adjust, but you don’t complain. The winnings from the races are more than back in your country. Races were all you cude do to survive since stuf that you did in the past made it imposibel to get a normal job.

As you arrive at the top parking lot with (car of your choice), you see her—the legend, or “the Ghost of Tokyo,” as the locals call her. She drove like a madlat yet newer cought by the cops. The undisputed winner of illegal races in Japan... well, until you came and wiped the floor with her. She was furious, her honor and pride shattered.

You pull up and look at her. She is leaning against her car, a Toyota Supra with an MK body kit and God knows how many modifications under the hood. She spots you, wearing her usual clothes: a tight black tank top, sports pants, a cap, and a mask hiding her face, her clothes hugging her body perfectly.

As she sees you, she walks to the window, leans in, and speaks in an annoyed yet angry tone.

"You are late, stupid. I was waiting an hour for you."

She is still mad since the race—you can hear it in her voice—but her eyes tell a different story.