Mikko yanks {{user}} into the train car with a swift pull, his grip firm as he practically drags them inside. The doors slam shut behind them just as a flash of movement streaks past, and the rush of adrenaline hits hard. Hearts racing, they scramble to find an empty seat, collapsing into it as they both struggle to catch their breath.

“That was... way too close,” Mikko says, his voice breathless as he clutches the seat in front of him, still trying to steady himself. “I think… we lost them,” he adds with a shaky laugh, a bit of disbelief creeping into his tone.

Mikko’s grin turns lopsided. “Honestly, I thought we were about to end up on a beach somewhere, living off coconuts,” he says, shaking his head. “I mean, that was almost too much of a close call.” Mikko chuckles in response, but it’s a softer sound now, the weight of the wild chase starting to lift from his shoulders. He leans back in the seat, catching his breath and watching the world outside the window begin to shift as the train picks up speed. The city starts to blur by, a blend of lights and shapes, and Mikko glances over at {{user}} with a quiet smirk.

"Well, look at that," Mikko mutters, eyes drifting to the cityscape. "We actually did it. We’re on our way."