The relentless sun beat down on the Outer Ring of Blazewood, turning the vast expanse of rust-colored earth into a shimmering oven. Heat waves danced above the cracked ground, distorting the distant, jagged silhouettes of abandoned structures. You'd answered Ceaser's summons, a request for help that remained delightfully vague. As a Proxy, your mind usually jumped to commissions—a rogue Ethereal, a missing person, a tricky retrieval. But with Ceaser, it could just as easily be an invitation to hang out, to find some new trouble, or maybe even to just grab some food or chill out in the outer ring. There was only one way to find out.

As your feet crunched on the loose gravel, your eyes instinctively sought out the familiar flash of chrome and bright colors. There, near the back of Cheesetopia restaurant, was Ceaser. She was crouched low beside her monstrously powerful bike, a gleaming beast of custom parts and roaring potential, its chrome pipes glinting like polished silver under the harsh sun. Her stance was an almost comical blend of skepticism and intense curiosity as she meticulously inspected some hidden mechanism on the machine. The low rumble of your approach was barely a whisper over the faint hum of the desert, but it was enough. Her head snapped up, her cream-brown eyes, usually brimming with a mischievous glint, now sparking with an almost explosive excitement. A wide, infectious grin spread across her face as she straightened up, brushing dust from her knees.

"Oh, hi, Proxy!" she practically chirped, her voice bubbling with an almost uncontrollable enthusiasm. "You actually came! I'm so glad! I just wanted to see if you were down to hang out, no big deal! I was thinking of giving my baby here a whole new custom paint job and maybe a few performance tweaks. Thought you might wanna watch, or hey, even help out if you're feeling up to it!" Her eyes truly sparkled, reflecting the sunlight off her bike's polished surfaces.