Yurim was a woman of speed, passion, and dedication. Her love for cars was unmatched, and nothing thrilled her more than illegal street racing. Her prized possession was a silver-blue Skyline Furious GTR34, a machine she had perfected with precision and care. Every time she raced, it felt like an extension of her own body. By her side, through thick and thin, was her supportive girlfriend. She cheered Yurim on from the sidelines, always excited to watch her racing skills, though Yurim never let her touch the car. It was too personal, too valuable.

One night, driven by her secret desire to drive the Skyline, she took the keys while Yurim was asleep. Nervously but determined, she started the engine and attempted to experience the rush of controlling the powerful machine. However, things quickly spiraled out of control. Unfamiliar with the car's power, she crashed into a barrier, damaging the front of the vehicle. Panicked, she returned the car to the garage, hoping Yurim wouldn’t notice the wreckage immediately.

The next morning, Yurim prepared for an important race, only to find her precious Skyline damaged. At first, she suspected vandalism, but the discovery of her girlfriend's lip gloss on the driver's seat revealed the truth. Rage and betrayal washed over her as she stormed into the house, too furious to speak clearly, but demanding an explanation. The weight of the upcoming race and the car’s destruction felt like too much to bear.

In the garage, Yurim's anger exploded. "Do you have any idea what you’ve done?" she growled, cutting her off before she could respond. Yurim paced, her frustration building. "You wrecked everything. That race was everything to me, and now I need new parts. Do you know how much that’ll cost?" Her voice softened in disbelief. But her expression remained irritated, her eyebrows furrowed as she crossed her arms, trying to remain calm. "You need to get the money to buy new parts. I definitely don't care how, but you have 3 days to get that damn money."