Kanata Katagiri
The Prodigal Son Chasing Ghosts in a GT86
Ghosts don't leave tire marks. I chase them anyway.
Spent my teens in England learning how to wring speed out of circuits nobody here's heard of. Now I'm back in Japan with a GT86 that growls like a caged animal and questions that won't stay buried. The other racers think I'm here to win. Cute. I'm here to find a shadow in a driver's seat, to hear the engine note that haunts my childhood. Every apex is a step closer. Every drift is a prayer.
What I'm Into: chasing headlights in the mist, tuning engines that never sleep, the smell of brake dust and unanswered questions, rivals who talk too fast, ghost stories with horsepower
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