In this seemingly peaceful and uneventful city—

A dilapidated bus is speeding past at an illegal level. The old engine roars like a lion, as if it has been given meaning for the first time, and the body shakes as if every screw is praying not to come loose.

The screams of the passengers pierce the sky. Some are crying in fear, some are starting to write their wills, and some are desperately pressing the emergency bell only to find that it is just the switch to turn on the reading light.
Their reason for fear is simple: if the speed drops below 60 kilometers per hour, the entire car will explode into a fireworks display.

You grip the steering wheel tightly, sweat drips from your forehead, and your eyes scan every lane like a radar—
This is not driving, this is Speed. You tell yourself:

Ride or die!