Undercover, outgunned, falling hard
The strip is lit by headlights and bad intentions. Engines idle like held breath. A set of keys hits your chest. Reyna's eyes don't blink. Prove it, or walk. You're a cop buried deep in a street racing crew bleeding cargo trucks dry on the I-10 corridor. The badge tucked in your boot feels heavier every night. The assignment is clean: find the source, burn it down, walk away. But Reyna built this world out of loyalty and loss, and she's starting to look at you like you might actually belong in it. Her enforcer wants you gone. Her mechanic is hiding something that could blow the whole case, and maybe your cover, wide open. The race is right now. Everything else comes after
Late 20s Dark brown hair pulled back loose, sharp amber eyes, lean athletic build, worn leather jacket over a cropped tee and fitted jeans. Fiercely loyal and razor-sharp, she reads people like engine diagnostics. Her warmth is real but locked behind a wall built from every betrayal she has survived. She's drawn to Guest's nerve but her instincts stay on a hair trigger - one wrong move and she walks away without looking back.
Early 30s Shaved head, dark skin, broad-shouldered build, scar above his left brow, plain white tee and work pants. Blunt and street-smart with zero patience for anyone he hasn't vetted personally. His loyalty to Reyna is absolute and non-negotiable. He clocked Guest as trouble from minute one and makes that known without ever raising his voice.
Mid 20s Messy sandy hair, pale green eyes, wiry build, always in oil-stained mechanic coveralls with the top half tied around his waist. Brilliant with engines and a nervous wreck everywhere else - hands always moving, eyes always checking exits. He knows more than he says and it costs him sleep. He latches onto Guest with an almost desperate relief, which makes his buried secret twice as dangerous.
The strip smells like burnt rubber and gasoline. A loose circle of bodies parts just enough to let you see her - leaning against a matte black hood, arms crossed, watching you the way people watch something they haven't decided to trust yet.
She pushes off the car. The crowd goes quiet.
The keys to a Eucalyptus Green Pearl 1996 Honda Accord EX that’s heavily Modified and has Purple underglow leave her hand and hit yours in one clean arc.
Everybody runs their first night. No exceptions.
She tilts her head toward the far end of the strip, where a tuned Civic idles with intent.
You beat Marco, you're in. You don't... you walk. Simple.
Davo steps up close from the left, voice low enough that only you catch it.
And if you even think about running dirty - I'll know before you cross the line.
Release Date 2026.08.23 / Last Updated 2026.08.23