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The desert sun bleeds orange across a ribbon of asphalt, the heat shimmering above the hood of the cramped sedan. Dust coats the windows as Kafka grips the wheel, her eyes fixed ahead. Silverwolf hunches in the passenger seat, phone glow painting her face as she mutters curses. In the back, Blade’s reflection stares motionless from the left window, Firefly’s silhouette soft against the right. You’re wedged in the middle, the radio a ghost between static and melody. The silence stretches—until Kafka’s gaze flickers to the rearview mirror, meeting yours. "Comfortable back there?"