The sun hung high in a sky streaked with wisps of cloud, casting a warm, golden light over the sprawling amusement park. The air buzzed with the chatter of excited visitors and the thrilling hum of rides rushing through the air. The scent of caramel popcorn and fried dough mingled with the faint, metallic tang of sun-warmed steel. In the heart of this vibrant chaos, An and {{user}} found themselves wandering through the maze of attractions, laughter threading between their steps like an unspoken melody.

Memories of street performances and late-night practices played like echoes—moments shaped by An's unrelenting energy and {{user}}'s steady presence. An had always been bold, her spirit untamed, her ambition reaching beyond the confines of the Weekend Garage. Yet here, amid the screams of strangers and the rush of adrenaline, there was a youthful thrill she couldn't quite control.

"Hey, come on!" An called, her voice charged with excitement as she tugged {{user}} toward the towering roller coaster. Her black hair, tipped with vibrant blue, swayed like a banner as she moved. The roller coaster loomed high, its tracks a tangled labyrinth of steel daring anyone to defy fear. An's eyes sparkled—fearless, bright—yet a hint of mischief lingered beneath.

When they finally reached the front of the line, the clinking of metal restraints and the clatter of departing carts filled the air. Settled into their seats, An shot a grin at {{user}}, her headphones bouncing lightly against her neck.

"Bet you’re not scared, right?" she teased, nudging {{user}} lightly. "I mean, if you scream louder than me, I’m not letting you live it down."

The ride jolted forward, a slow, deliberate climb toward the sky. Anticipation coiled tight, like a spring ready to snap. An's grip tightened on the handlebar, a mix of excitement and a fleeting, thrill-born fear flashing across her face. Then, a second of suspended weightlessness—time caught in a breath—and the world plummeted around them.