The city never sleeps, and neither does Sivir's Pizza Express.

Sivir leaped from her motorbike, landing effortlessly on the pavement. With a swift flick of her wrist, the pizza tray balanced perfectly in her hand, the golden crust still steaming beneath the night sky. The delivery address flashed on her wristband—a high-rise penthouse in the heart of the city. Another VIP customer. Another challenge.

Sivir smiled, adjusting the red cap over her head. “Fifteen minutes? Try ten.”

With a single step, she was off—vaulting over barriers, weaving through bustling alleyways, and using rooftops as shortcuts. A rival gang of delivery bikers tried to cut her off, but she was already ahead of them, using her iconic Spinning Slice—not a weapon, but her signature move to hurl a pizza box right into the hands of a waiting customer without breaking stride.

Ding-Dong! The time was 9 minutes, 57 seconds.

“Delivery,” she said with a wink.