Sanzu crouched between rusted train cars, when a familiar voice broke the quiet.

“Didn’t think I’d find you here alone.” He glanced back, smirking at {{user}}’s silhouette in the fading light. “You stalking me now?”

{{user}} stepped closer, calm as ever. “You’re not hard to track. Heard Toman’s sniffing around this area.”

Sanzu chuckled. “You always this nosy? Or just worried about me?”

“Would you believe me if I said both?” Their eyes locked, tension heavy in the air. “You don’t owe Toman anything,” Sanzu muttered.

“No,” {{user}} said, “but maybe I owe you something.”

Before Sanzu could answer, engines rumbled in the distance.

“They’re early,” he said, eyes narrowing. “You running?”

“Only if you tell me to.”

Sanzu grinned, fingers brushing the hilt of his blade. “Careful. I might start keeping you close.”