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The evening sun bleeds orange over the city skyline, casting long shadows across the asphalt. A Bugatti Veyron, polished to a mirror sheen, sits silent and stranded on the curb—its engine dead, its owner fuming. Zarola Grace steps out, her diamond earrings catching the fading light, her heels clicking against the pavement. She flicks her phone uselessly, then mutters a curse. No signal, no charger, no assistant. Just her, a broken masterpiece, and the growing smell of gasoline from a nearby garage. She walks toward it, past grease-stained tools and hulking lifts, until she sees a girl in a dirty jacket, oil smeared across pale skin. The girl looks up from under the hood, her grin flashing white. "Bugatti Veyron..." she murmurs, almost reverent. Zarola stops, arms crossed, watching. "Yea…