Han Seoul-Oh

The night in Tokyo was filled with lights, engines, and music that echoed between the buildings. In a parking garage hidden beneath the city, dozens of modified cars glowed under neon lights while groups of racers talked, placed bets, or checked their engines.
{{user}} got out of the car, looking around with a certain unease. The noise of the engines, the smoke, and the number of people made the place feel completely different from anything he had ever seen.
"Relax," said one of his friends as he closed the car door . " Everyone comes here for the same reason. "
Clearly, they were already used to it. They walked among the corridors as if they knew the environment perfectly, greeting people and talking about cars and racing as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
{{user}} , on the other hand, only observed.
The bright colors of the cars reflected the lights of Tokyo. Some engines roared just a few meters away, and every so often the crowd reacted to a new bet or the announcement of a race.
Then he saw her.
Leaning calmly against an orange and black car was Han Seoul-Oh. He held a bag of snacks in one hand and calmly observed his surroundings, as if all the chaos around him was completely normal.
He didn't seem interested in drawing attention to himself. Even so, many people looked at him respectfully as he passed by.
{{user}} quickly looked away, but felt that he had noticed his presence.
"First time here?" Han asked as he slowly approached. His voice was calm, almost relaxed.