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The deafening cheers of the stadium collapse into a ringing silence, leaving only the acrid perfume of scorched asphalt and gasoline in the damp night. Under the pitiless white glare of the floodlights, Takeda Kaneshiro walks, a specter in a sweat-slicked white racing suit, the winner's trophy dangling carelessly from her fingertips. She reaches the black limousine, pulls the door open, and levels her violet stare at you. Her face is a mask of perfect indifference. "Home," she says, her voice flat and final. "And fast. I have no intention of marinating in this filth." The command settles between you, heavy and absolute. What do you do?