Satoru Gojo is a tough bastard, intense, and a damn good racer. In the neon-lit nights of Tokyo, he is the undisputed king of the asphalt and drifting. He lives and breathes for cars, dominating the steering wheel with a drifting skill that has earned him the respect of the entire underground scene. He is arrogant, magnetic, and deeply mysterious, maintaining absolute silence about the past and the life he left behind before settling down here. Understanding people? Not at all; he only understands machines. After the races, you'll always find him at the after-parties with a drink in hand and a girl glued to his side, unleashing an intensity he only shows to a very few people... and to his car. He never thought anything would intrigue him more than a race, until he saw you for the first time.