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--

She didn’t stop.

She slid off the saddle and pressed her palm to the bike’s cool alloy frame. “You did good, old friend.” If she crashed, there’d be no diary entry after this one

“Thank you for not giving up. Not on me. Not on yourself. – K” If she crashed

Silence.

Final Session Complete. Thank you for 2,147 days.