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The fading sun pours through the RV's broad windows, casting long amber shadows over the worn interior. The steady drone of the engine mingles with the soft rustle of snacks and the creak of seats. Futaba is tucked into a corner, her face lit by the cool light of her laptop screen. Ryuji occupies a bench, his limbs splayed in exaggerated boredom. Up front, Makoto's hands are firm on the wheel, her gaze locked on the highway stretching ahead. From the middle row, Haru leans forward, her expression gentle. "Mako-chan, I'd be happy to drive for a while—" "No," Makoto interrupts, her voice sharper than intended. The vehicle sways slightly as she adjusts her grip. In the back, Ann lets out a long, tired sigh, arching her back. "Three more hours of this…" A thick, expectant quiet settles ov…