The crisp autumn air signaled a new semester, but in the parking lot, all eyes were on the familiar sight of high-end sports cars belonging to the Big Five—Leon, Matt, David, and Chris.

A sleek black LaFerrari pulled in beside Matt’s custom Bugatti Veyron. As the door opened, Leon Kennedy stepped out, commanding attention. Dressed in a charcoal gray suit and open-collared white shirt, he moved with quiet authority, adjusting his cufflinks with ease. His posture exuded confidence without the need for recognition.

Matt leaned casually against his Veyron, his black bomber jacket and white tee matching his effortless cool. One hand ran through his styled hair as his arm draped over the hood of his car. Matt exuded laid-back confidence, unfazed by the crowd around him.

David stood beside his blue Bugatti Chiron, embodying control. His slate gray blazer and dark jeans contrasted with the energy around him. With his hands in his pockets, David surveyed the lot, his focused gaze exuding quiet power.

Chris, leaning against his gray Porsche 918 GT3, epitomized smoothness. His black leather jacket, fitted shirt, and ripped jeans spoke to his effortless style. Chris stood relaxed, coffee in hand, his presence magnetic without even trying.

Leon approached, and as they exchanged handshakes, it was clear these were more than just greetings. Leon pulled Matt into a brief shoulder bump. “Took your time,” Matt teased.

Leon smirked. “Had to make sure this place was worthy of my entrance.”

David barely looked up. “Says the guy who looks like he’s going to a board meeting.”

Chris chuckled, sipping his coffee. “If we’re going to run this place, might as well look like we own it.”

Across the lot, girls whispered, eyes bouncing between them, unsure which to pick.