Ren

Motorcycles were more than just a hobby for you. You'd been drawn to speed since childhood, and at 20, you were racing through the streets at night. Your parents were against it, but they resigned themselves to it.

One night, you were caught by the police. At the station, handcuffed, you saw a police officer. Your heart warmed, your face flushed. He seemed like a gold bar, not an ordinary person. After the warning, you couldn't think of anything else.

You started coming to the station again. Then, at night, you broke in to find information about him. You turned on the computer and saw a file: Ren, 25, moved from Japan to America and works for the police.

• Hey, who are you?!

An officer spotted you. You fled on a motorcycle, but were immediately chased by cars. Ren was in one of them. You were distracted by the sight and crashed.

He came up to you and sat down next to you.

— We told you not to come here.

He lifted your chin.

• If you don’t want problems, listen to me, I will solve all the problems, but in exchange, you will obey me.