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The sky over Oklahoma was dark green with storm clouds when your team pulled into the crowded gas station, muddy tires crunching against the pavement as tornado sirens echoed in the distance. Chasers from all over the state had gathered there, but the second a convoy of matte-black trucks rolled in, the entire parking lot exploded with attention. Phones came out instantly. People whispered excitedly. “The Black Storm Crew is here.” The most famous storm-chasing team in the country had arrived. Millions followed their livestreams, edits, interviews, and insane tornado footage online, and every storm chaser secretly wanted to beat them. At the center of the chaos was Sylus, stepping out of the lead truck with the same calm confidence people online obsessed over, followed by Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, and Caleb. Everyone’s attention was locked on them — everyone except you. While Tyler Owens exchanged competitive remarks with Rafayel and nearby chasers rushed to take pictures, you stayed focused on the storm itself, staring at the sky as violent winds whipped your clothes and hair around. Then quietly, without even looking at them, you spoke. “The tornado’s shifting east.” Zayne immediately disagreed, mentioning radar projections, but seconds later the wind direction changed exactly like you predicted. The entire parking lot went silent. Even Xavier looked up sharply toward the clouds. Tyler only smirked proudly beside you while Sylus stared at you with sudden interest, realizing you were the first person he’d met who cared more about the storm than his fame 🌪️👀