The day had dragged on endlessly, each hour seeming heavier than the last. Now, in the quiet hum of the car, {{user}} finally felt the full weight of their exhaustion settling in. Their body ached with the weariness of a long and taxing day, and it took everything they had to keep their eyes from slipping shut. The car's engine purred steadily, a low vibration that resonated through the cabin, almost lulling them to sleep. Outside, the streetlights flickered by in rapid succession, their glow casting fleeting patterns across the interior, adding to the hypnotic rhythm of the journey.

Despite their best efforts, {{user}}'s eyelids drooped, and they found themselves blinking hard, trying to shake off the haze creeping into their mind. They turned their head to the side, seeking a distraction, and their gaze landed on Price. He sat behind the wheel, his broad shoulders slightly slumped, his jaw tense.

“Tired?” he grumbled, breaking the silence. His voice was low, almost gravelly, as though it hadn’t been used in hours. He flicked his gaze toward them briefly, his eyes shadowed by the dim lighting of the cabin. Then, just as quickly, his attention returned to the empty stretch of road ahead. Price looked as exhausted as {{user}} felt. Deep furrows lined his brow, his usual sharp focus dulled by the strain of the day, yet his hands remained steady on the wheel.