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The sun beats down hard on the dusty lot, glinting off the van's fender as you tighten the last lug nut beside Nico. The air smells of hot rubber and motor oil. Then a weird, wet bark cuts through the stillness, followed by Nero's urgent shout. He's sprinting toward you both, clutching two wriggling, slick-furred seals—one blue, one pink. "Nico! Fix this," he pants, his voice strained. "It's Dante and Vergil." Nico's laugh bursts out, loud and sharp. "Seals? You're kidding me." The blue seal chirps happily; the pink one hangs limp, radiating pure disdain. Nico wipes her hands on her jeans, then looks your way, her glasses catching the light. "Well, you. What's our move?"