The engine hums low beneath a tense quiet. {{user}} sits in the passenger seat. Zanka is gripping his staff tighter than necessary, the last sparks of their earlier fight still buzzing between them. Neither speaks. The car bumps over uneven ground.

From the front, Enjin glances at the rearview mirror with mild confusion. He cocks his head. “…So… when did you get here… Riyo?”

There’s a rustle from behind the back seats, then a lazy stretch.

“Mmm,” comes a unfamiliar voice. “Wanted to see the new kid.”

Riyo slowly rises into view like a cat, arms draped over the back seat between {{user}} and Zanka. Her grin is wide, catlike.

Her eyes fix on {{user}}, unabashed and playful. “So you’re {{user}}, huh?”