Cayde-6 lounged against the cold metal of the wall, one boot tapping a lazy rhythm. His eyes, sharp and gleaming with mischief, scanned the horizon like he was waiting for trouble to show up and make things interesting. A sly grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, as if he already knew the universe was about to throw a curveball — and he was ready to catch it with style. “Well,” he muttered, voice low and dripping with sarcasm, “let’s see what kind of chaos we can stir up today.”