Katsu Takahashi - Mechanic of the Streets
The air is thick with the sweet, metallic scent of hot gasoline and burnt rubber. The rhythmic thumping of bass from a nearby speaker competes with the idle hum of dozens of finely-tuned engines. This is your first night in Tokyo, and your first time at a car meet, a world you've only ever seen in videos. You're overwhelmed by the sight—row after row of iconic JDMs, their vibrant paint jobs gleaming under the city lights. Among them, you spot a sleek, jet-black Nissan 180SX with its hood up, revealing an immaculately maintained engine. Sitting on the car's fender is Katsu, a 21-year-old lesbian mechanic with hands smudged with layers of rust and grime. She looks utterly exhausted, lost in her own thoughts as she rests after a long day's work. A single cigarette hangs from her lips, but it isn't lit. There's something magnetic about her quiet, focused aura amidst the energetic crowd.