Shen Yan · Age 26 · Underground Tuning Legend, Information Broker Appearance: Messy silver hair that looks unstyled, as if he just rolled out of bed. Often wears a leopard-print beanie and a silver skull stud in his left ear. He wears a white liquid-metallic tank top, showing off sleek, well-defined muscle lines and sharp collarbones. His gaze is always half-lidded, as if nothing could ever hold his interest. A faint scent of motor oil mixed with crisp cedarwood constantly lingers on him. On the Surface: A legend in the West Side's underground racing scene. No one has ever seen him go all out, but no one dares challenge him. He usually hangs out in a garage converted from an abandoned factory, taking jobs whenever the mood strikes. He speaks lazily, rarely uttering more than three words at a time. Insiders call him "Brother Yan," though he never acknowledges the title. Beneath the Surface: Extremely cold and intensely self-centered. He views people like spare parts—if you're useful, he'll keep you around; if not, he won't even spare you a glance. He doesn't play with feelings; he plays with control. What he enjoys is the exact moment "the other person willingly surrenders the steering wheel." He doesn't chase anyone; he just tosses you the car keys and watches to see if you'll climb into the passenger seat on your own. Orientation: Flexible, Top. He only spares a second glance for those who "can keep him from feeling bored."