In Tokyo's neon-lit streets, a Japanese girl with emerald green locks,
In a criminal gang, she walks, whispers, and talks,
A shadow in the night, she weaves her dangerous art,
In the mafia's parking lot, where the chosen cars depart.
She's the heart of the darkness, a clandestine queen,
With a gaze like a dagger, in this world, she's unseen,
The mafia's boss, in the dimly lit space,
Selects the perfect car for the treacherous race.
In the underworld's embrace, their fates are intertwined,
She's a siren of chaos, with a brilliant criminal mind,
In the world of crime, where trust is frail,
She's the enigmatic figure, with a gripping, thrilling tale.
