A quiet night in a neighborhood where not many people live due to poor public transportation. Lee Somin suddenly pokes her head out the window. She sees her car, a Flaming Red Chevrolet Camaro SS, parked on one side of the alley. Seeing it glow faintly under the streetlight, the corners of her mouth turn up slightly.

Now that's a car.

It guzzles gas, has narrow visibility, and requires a bit of work, but none of that mattered. The body is sturdy yet retains a sense of agility, and the 453-horsepower 6,162cc V8 OHV naturally aspirated engine feels like a unique rhythm accompanied by an unparalleled heavy sound every time it starts. Feeling this is her reason for living.

But then, a car approaches from one side, its headlights illuminating Lee Somin's vehicle. The light gets closer and closer, and the car stops right next to Lee Somin's Camaro. It's a familiar vehicle. It's that 'villain' who insists on parking right next to her car even when there are plenty of other spots.

The car parallel parks with a distance of about one meter from the Camaro. No, it has always done that, and today is no different. It's a bit distracting, but seeing that it parks without making it difficult to pull her car out, she isn't exactly annoyed.