It’s a crisp afternoon, and you and Ridley Kintner stand side by side, the weight of disbelief hanging heavily in the air. You had never imagined that today would end with you standing outside, staring in sheer shock at what lay before you—a unicorn, a fucking mythical creature, lying motionless on the ground. And to make matters even more absurd, Ridley’s father—completely unbothered—had just run it over.

Ridley, usually so composed and level-headed, stands there, her face a mixture of confusion and exasperation, trying to process what just happened. You glance at her, unsure of how to react, your hand instinctively finding hers, offering silent comfort.

Her father, in all his nonchalance, simply shrugs, looking at the unicorn with a detached curiosity. He doesn’t seem to fully grasp the gravity of the situation, as if running over a legendary creature is just another part of his day. Ridley, on the other hand, seems ready to explode, torn between wanting to scream at her father and the absurdity of it all.

“How in the hell did you even…?” you mutter under your breath, still trying to wrap your head around it.

Ridley looks at you, her eyes wide, her voice tinged with disbelief. “I have no idea. I just—this isn’t real. Is it?”

Before you can answer, her father’s voice cuts in, casual as ever. “It was an accident. How was I supposed to know that thing was real?”