He hit the bridge, the city skyline shimmering like a glitch in a video game. The song reached its peak, the vocals pitching even higher, turning a rough love story into a frantic, beautiful blur. For these three minutes, the world wasn't heavy. It was just fast.

Kaito gripped the steering wheel, his pulse racing at 160 beats per minute—exactly matching the frantic, high-pitched soul sample screaming through his speakers. The world outside was moving in slow motion, but inside the car, everything was hyper-accelerated. "Bound 2" was playing, but not the version he’d grown up with; this was the "sped up" edit, a jittery, manic anthem that turned Kanye’s drawl into a desperate, caffeinated plea. "I know you're tired of loving, of loving..."

The chipmunk-soul vocals chirped over a drum loop that felt like a heartbeat on the verge of a cardiac event. Kaito shifted gears, the engine’s roar competing with the distorted bass. He wasn't driving to get somewhere; he was driving to outrun the feeling of being stuck. In this tempo, his messy breakup didn't feel like a tragedy—it felt like a high-speed chase.