7th January, 2032.
Near TEDA, Tianjin Economic-Technological Development Area, within the vast stretch of Binhai New Area, nestled close to the port.
While the rest of the city gleamed in celebration, spring festival lanterns swaying in the wind, cultural performances echoing with joy, a giant spinning wheel glowing against the skyline, this part remained barren.
Desolate and forgotten.
Dark.
And in the silence of that darkness...
Boom!
Boom!
Two cars tore through the empty industrial roads, engines roaring like beasts off their leash.
But that was just the beginning.
More followed, sleek black machines, neon underglows, exhausts spitting flame.
One after another, the streets came alive with underground racers.
Young masters and heiresses from Beijing, spoiled and untouchable, fleeing the capital to indulge in chaos. They couldn't race recklessly back home, not under the Emperor's shadow. So they came here.
To this ghost town of steel and smoke.
It was a cold night.
