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“The next corner.”

Kaito didn’t answer. He was listening to the wind. Somewhere beyond the hangars, a high-revving engine growled—a deep, angry V8. The local crew, the Asphalt Wolves, had claimed this territory. Their leader, a stocky guy named Drayke with a fire-breathing Chevrolet Corvette, had sent a message: Rent the track or get out. Drift Hunters

Drayke’s jaw tightened. Second corner: a tight, technical chicane. He over-rotated, had to counter-steer hard, lost momentum. His car wobbled—a “saving throw,” not a drift. 45 points. “The next corner