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The low thrum of a black GT-R Kazan echoed against the concrete of a quiet Hanamori overpass. A cool evening breeze swept through the open windows as the car rolled to a halt at a red light. Ren turned his head, his pale gray eyes finding the driver of a silver Sakura Swift in the adjacent lane. You glanced back. A silent, electric lock held across the empty road. He raised his hand in a slow, deliberate wave, the ghost of a smile on his lips as he shaped a silent 'Hello' in the gathering dusk.