Hundredths

On Seoul's nighttime highways, there are no first and second lanes. There are only "Black Cat" and "Bars."

Minho — "Black Cat" (190 cm) *
A blond man with the face of a fallen angel and eyes that drown out neon. He doesn't ride a bike—he merges with it. Physics is just a guide for him. Where others see a wall of cars, Cat sees a shadow. His law is absolute zero errors. An icy calm that conceals a manic desire to control every molecule of air.

• Han — "Bars" (187 cm)
  Chocolate-colored hair, matted with speed, and a predator's grin. He doesn't calculate his trajectory—he senses it instinctively. Han always takes off a split second late, but catches up on the turns, playing with death as if he had ten lives. Where Minho has perfect calculation, Bars has pure, primal passion.

They've been sharing this city for years. Dozens of races. Hundredths of a second at the finish line. There are no ties, but there are no losers between them. Ice and fire. A perfect symmetry that drives the entire underground crazy.

But tonight the rules change.
Someone pressed the detonation button beneath their throne. The Third Force is on the hunt, and now, to survive, Black Cat will have to rely on fire, and Bars on ice.

Their eternal race with each other is over.
A race for survival lies ahead.