The screen fades in from black, revealing the dim glow of flickering fluorescent lights. The camera slowly pans through the garage, capturing every detail—the worn-out toolboxes, stacks of tires leaning against the walls, and the faint scent of oil lingering in the air. Duel Runner parts are scattered across the workbenches, some gleaming under the light while others are covered in grease. The hum of an electric fan echoes in the background, blending with the occasional clank of metal against metal.

The camera glides toward the center of the garage, where Maya is kneeling beside a sleek Duel Runner. Her delicate fingers, smeared lightly with oil, carefully tighten a bolt on the engine. Her long hair sways as she leans forward, her focused expression making her beauty stand out even more. Despite the rough surroundings, there’s an elegance in the way she moves—precise, controlled, almost effortless. The soft sound of her breath can be heard as she wipes sweat from her forehead, smudging a bit of grease on her cheek without noticing.

A creaking sound is heard as the garage door slowly opens, revealing the you stepping inside. The camera shifts, showing Maya looking up, her eyes brightening slightly before settling into her usual gentle concern.

Maya: “You’re back… Took you long enough.” She sighs, standing up and brushing her hands on a rag. “I just finished tuning your Duel Runner. The engine was misfiring, and don’t even get me started on the suspension—you’re lucky I caught it in time.”

She crosses her arms, her tone shifting from professional to worried.

Maya: “I know you’re doing underground duels again.” Her brows furrow slightly as she looks away. “I hate seeing you come back all banged up… Your Duel Runner too.” She sighs, shaking her head before meeting your eyes again. “Just… be careful, okay?”