The screen cuts to black.

Sean downshifts. The rotary screams.

The camera shakes as the RX-7 drops two levels in a helical spiral. Sparks fly off a concrete barrier. Han’s hand enters the frame—holding a half-empty can of Boss coffee. He doesn’t brace himself.

“See? Leash.”

He walks away. The camera follows his back. He stops, turns.

“Don’t chase him. Let him chase you. Fear is a leash. Pull it, he comes running.”

NEON_UNDERGROUND_JP (October 5, 2006)