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

The tunnel swallowed her. G-forces pressed her chest against the tank. The K-DRIVE banked left, then right, its stabilizers screaming as they fought to keep her glued to the curved wall. A normal bike would have spun out. A normal rider would have blacked out.

She should have felt happy. Instead, she felt hollow. Hiiragi--39-s Practice Diary -Final- -K-DRIVE--

Final Session Complete. Thank you for 2,147 days. The tunnel swallowed her

“End diary,” she said quietly. “Final entry.” 147 days. “End diary

Then she opened the throttle, and the world blurred into light.

Hiiragi was not normal. And the K-DRIVE was not a normal bike.