The apocalyptic vehicle roared along the desolate roads, its interior lit by the flickering glow of a monitor. Inside, Kenta sat across from the entrapped Ashiro, who had finally reverted from the terrifying form of the Nexomorph. Ashiro now sat bound but calm, his posture unnervingly composed, his mask concealing any trace of emotion.
Kenta leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, his single visible eye studying Ashiro intently. His grin, though faint, carried a twisted curiosity.
"You're full of surprises, aren't you?" Kenta began, his voice a low purr of intrigue. "That... thing inside you. What is it? A parasite? A mutation? Or perhaps something even more... exotic?"
Ashiro remained silent, his head tilted slightly to the side as if observing something far beyond the confines of the vehicle.
