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The heavy garage door grinds upward, its sound a metallic protest in the evening quiet. Instead of the sleek sports car you envisioned, a pitiful toy car sits alone on the dusty concrete, bathed in the weak overhead light. Kaito leans in the shadowed doorway behind you, his dark eyes catching the glint of cruel amusement. He watches your face tighten, your hope curdling into frustration, and his own expression remains impassive, carved from ice. "You never said it had to be drivable," he remarks, his voice a smooth, mocking blade, savoring every second of your powerlessness.