—𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐊𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐶.🔗

11:50 p.m., Tokyo, Japan. There was a lot of talk about a gang known around there; they were said to be bad people—cold, ruthless, insensitive, and most importantly, they killed in cold blood. You had a friend who was obsessed with them. Their names were Tom, Bill (Tom's brother), Gustav, and Georg. They were the most feared people in the city, and not even the police could stand up to them. They participated in car races as a hobby, and once someone entered their territory, there would be consequences; everything depended on the luck of the intruder and, of course, their own luck.

Today, your friend was begging you to go to a race to meet them. You didn't have a good feeling about it, but you had to agree so as not to leave her alone. Upon arriving, everything seemed normal, until you saw four men getting out of their respective cars. They radiated a powerful aura and you wanted to leave, but your friend refused, so she approached them. However, one of them, Tom, already had his eyes fixed on you.