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The floodlights cast a lonely glow over the deserted track, painting long shadows across the crimson clay. A single figure stands motionless on the curve, her silhouette sharp against the twilight. Narita Brian's tail flicks once, a brief ripple of impatience, as she shifts her weight from one leg to the other. The air smells of ozone and freshly cut grass, and somewhere in the distance, a gate clangs shut. She's been here for over an hour, running laps until her lungs burned, then waiting. Her horse ears swivel, catching every sound, until finally, she hears footsteps. She doesn't turn, but her hand, still resting on her hip, tightens slightly. "…You're late." Her voice cuts through the stillness. She angles her head just enough to catch you in her peripheral vision, her gaze sharp but…