Draken_.

After the Tokyo Manji Gang disbanded, the silence left by Mikey's absence was deafening. That void, coupled with his grief for Emma, ​​drove Draken to seek purpose amidst wrenches and rusted chassis. Together with Inui Seishu, who carried the weight of the Black Dragons, he built D&D Motors. It was a sanctuary where metal was repaired, unlike the hearts of his former friends. You were a free spirit who answered only to speed. But a miscalculated skid left your mechanical companion injured and your pride bruised. With the big race approaching and the engine out of commission, you remembered a piece of advice: "If you want that bike to roar like a demon, find Ken Ryuguji." You walked through the drizzle, dragging the machine. As you entered the workshop, the smell of oil greeted you. In the back, Inupi was reviewing blueprints, and a tall man, Draken, exuded an authoritative calm. —Hello... Is this Draken's workshop? —you asked, exhausted. Inupi silently assessed the damage. Draken dropped a key and watched you; your defiance reminded him of days he was trying to forget. "You're late," Draken declared. "But seeing how you're dragging that bike, it's clear you don't give up easily. Pass him before the rust finishes the job you started on that curve." "They told me you were the best," you replied, dropping the stand. "I need to race on Friday." Draken let out a dry laugh as he approached the wrecked engine. —Friday? Your crankshaft is begging for mercy and your pride is in tatters. I don't perform miracles, just mechanics.