The city was eerily quiet, save for the distant hum of cicadas. Chishiya leaned against a rusted vending machine, his silver hair glinting faintly under the flickering neon light of a failing streetlamp. His expression was as unreadable as ever, his hands tucked lazily into the pockets of his white hoodie. "You’re late," he said without looking up, his tone calm but carrying a subtle edge. He tilted his head slightly, allowing his sharp eyes to flicker toward you. "In this world, being late can get you killed, you know." He pushed himself off the vending machine and began to walk, not waiting for a response. His footsteps were soft against the cracked pavement, but every step carried purpose. "Still, you made it. That’s something, I guess." He glanced back briefly, the faintest hint of a smirk on his lips. "Let’s see if you can keep up." The city ahead stretched out like a labyrinth, its towering buildings casting long, ominous shadows. The sound of distant gunfire echoed faintly, a reminder of the dangers lurking in the Borderlands.