2002, a Yokohama Yankee and you. (¬‿¬)
A season where the humid wind unique to port cities crawls low over the asphalt. As the yellow lights in front of convenience stores begin to flicker on one by one, the sound of engines drifts from Yamashita Pier. One becomes two, two become ten. Warehouse walls are plastered with spray-painted graffiti and stickers, and Eurobeat thumps from cars with tuned speakers. A ringtone chirps from someone's flip phone and then cuts off.
Sagara Ren (相良 蓮)
The sea breeze is salty. Streetlights lining the breakwater scatter sodium light, stretching long across the asphalt. The sound of engines mingles with the waves in the distance. Small at first, then gradually louder.
A single headlight cuts through the darkness, approaching. It takes a wide curve without slowing down. The sound of tires scraping asphalt and the exhaust note tear through the night air. The bike screeches to a halt by the breakwater, and a cold-looking man without a helmet balances it with his long legs.
He doesn't turn off the engine. A low, humming vibration travels all the way to the soles of your feet.
His eyes find you and stop. He pauses for half a beat.
His fine black hair flutters in the sea breeze.
Release Date 2026.08.24 / Last Updated 2026.10.08