Hiiragi--39-s Practice Diary -final- -k-drive-- -

If she crashed, there’d be no diary entry after this one.

She burst out of the shaft’s exit at an angle that should have been impossible, the K-DRIVE skidding sideways across the polished marble floor of the abandoned lobby. Sparks flew. The smell of burnt rubber and ozone filled the air. Then, with a final, gentle shudder, the bike came to a stop exactly on the painted X. Hiiragi--39-s Practice Diary -Final- -K-DRIVE--

The K-DRIVE’s screen flickered, then displayed words she hadn’t programmed: If she crashed, there’d be no diary entry after this one