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The desert sunset bleeds a deep, dusty orange across an endless strip of highway, the heat rising in visible waves from the sedan's hood. A fine layer of grit coats the windows. Kafka's hands rest lightly on the steering wheel, her gaze fixed on the road ahead. Silverwolf is curled in the passenger seat, the sickly glow of her phone screen illuminating her frustrated scowl. In the back, Blade's dark reflection stares, unmoving, from the left window, while Firefly's softer silhouette leans against the right. You are the fulcrum, wedged in the middle. The radio drifts between fragmented song and empty static. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, until Kafka's glance flicks up to the rearview mirror and locks directly with yours. "Comfortable back there?"