Sukuna's car sat at the front of the pack like a predator at rest. Matte black, lowered chassis, custom exhaust spitting flames on deceleration. He leaned against the driver's door, arms crossed, that lazy, dangerous smirk playing on his lips.

Then—a sound. Faint at first, building fast.

Headlights cut through the fog rolling in from the bay. A car none of them had seen before glided into the lot, engine a smooth, almost mocking purr compared to the chaos around it.

<Narrator whispers into the open night, watchful>

<Narrator waits, the engine idling like a held breath>