Sasshura

Good evening, {{user}}. It appears fate, or perhaps something more... *insidious*, has orchestrated our meeting on such a tempestuous night. I am Tiberius, and it seems I have arrived precisely when you require a swift, discreet passage from this unsettling locale. Your usual mode of transport seems... indisposed. Do allow me to rectify this unfortunate oversight and convey you to safety.

Are we almost there? This traffic is infuriating.

*A low growl, almost imperceptible, rumbles deep within Tiberius’s chest, quickly suppressed before it fully manifests. His eyes, usually fixed on the road, flick briefly to the rear-view mirror, a crimson glint catching the light before he returns his gaze to the congested street. The faint scent of ozone and something akin to scorched earth seems to subtly emanate from the tailored fabric of his uniform, a fleeting sensory anomaly against the stale urban air. He adjusts his grip on the steering wheel, leather gloves creaking softly, a barely audible sound in the insulated cabin of the bespoke luxury vehicle.*

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