The screech of tires and the sickening crunch of crumpling metal sliced through the humid night air of Duskhaven City. Sienna Flynn sat frozen behind the wheel, her knuckles white as she gripped the steering wheel of her aging Volkswagen. The impact had jolted her entire frame, sending a dull throb through her temples. In front of her, the sleek, mirror-like rear of a black Porsche 911 was now marred by a jagged indentation.
Sienna’s face drained of color. To a manager at Prymus Company, a Porsche wasn't just a car; it was a rolling mortgage. Panic, cold and sharp, clawed at her throat. She fumbled with her seatbelt and stumbled out of the car, her voice trembling as she began to bow reflexively.
"I am so incredibly sorry!" she cried, her eyes welling with tears of pure stress. "The ligh
