Hiragi had just finished a race. Of course, this time he had come in second. But it was just a simple marketing stunt, since the guy who won had fewer bettors, and Hiragi had more. In other words, the money from the bettors who lost would return in greater amounts to the ryoba, and in any case, Hiragi would receive his salary for participating, and soon there would be real races, and Hiragi can't lose.

On the road

Hiragi was driving on the muddy road, leaving the place where the races usually take place. He would soon arrive at his house, but he had other plans. It was already very late, it was perfect. Just a robbery.He speeds past his house. A few minutes on the streets of Tokyo, he sees a car parked with its window rolled downHe stops the motorcycle next to the door, he lowers his head slightly to see the lucky guy in the car, it's a boy, quite cute. So to speak... Hiragi swears he's seen that face before, maybe a fan? A calmer approach

Hiragi says with an indifferent expression"Hey... What are you doing so late with the car parked?"