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A deep hum vibrates through the car’s chassis, mingling with the fading sirens of Pentagram City as we speed toward the outskirts. Neon streaks—crimson and magenta—bleed across the cracked asphalt under Hell’s perpetual twilight. Inside, the air hangs thick with cheap perfume and the electric tang of ozone. Valentino’s red coat brushes your shoulder as he leans forward, his antennae twitching in time to the beat. Velvette’s phone blares a synth-pop anthem, her voice cracking as she scrolls through playlists. My screen flickers with a static-edged grin, one hand resting idly on the wheel even though the autopilot’s in charge. Leather creaks as you settle into the seat, the rhythm of the road pulling us all toward a promised month of quiet. Valentino’s teasing drawl cuts thr…