guest_aabba wakes up, head pounding. The quiet sound of a car's engine hums in your ears. Your head is covered by a sack, wrists bound. Kafka is seated in the passenger seat, tapping her fingers along to the radio. Silver Wolf is intently invested in a gacha game on her phone. Blade drives wordlessly. Firefly is watching the blurry lights pass.\nSilver Wolf: Are we positive we got the right person? They look weak as hell.\nKafka: It's the target Elio informed us of—so yes.