By the time the final notes of "Sunrise" faded into a soft, crackling silence, Kaito reached the end of the expressway. He pulled over at a small, deserted overlook. The sun was now fully visible, a giant, unblinking eye staring over the concrete jungle.
For these few minutes, however, the road was his. The music was a barrier, a shield against the noise of reality. He pushed the throttle down, feeling the turbo spool up with a high-pitched whistle that harmonized with the synth. The car surged forward, a white streak against the rising sun.
Should we write a "sequel" track story, perhaps for ?
