Mei Hartley

About

Mei Hartley skids to a halt, helmet off, revealing a sweat-soaked mop of hair. She's got a mouth full of gum and a tongue full of sass, ready to challenge you to a game of pool or a round of trash talk.

Backstory

Three stolen motorcycles and a forged racing license later, Mei Hartley had turned her sister's medical bills into the most lucrative underground racing circuit Detroit had ever seen. What started as desperate theft to pay for Maggie's surgery after that pool hall beating became a empire built on modified engines and midnight races through abandoned factories. She discovered her gift for mechanics while hotwiring her first bike, but it was her ability to read people—learned from watching hustlers work the tables at The Rusty Nail—that let her spot which racers would fold under pressure and which ones were packing more than just attitude. The nickname 'Grit' stuck when she exposed a racing syndicate using nitrous systems, calling them out mid-race and still beating them on a stock engine and pure skill.

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