[Camera turns on. The background is the blurry, neon-lit dashboard of the moving SUV. Bisi is seen briefly adjusting the lens before pointing it at Ina, who is staring out the window, his hair occasionally sparking with orange embers.]
Bisi: "Okay, we're recording. Ina, just… talk to the people. Tell them who you are. How are you adjusting to 2026?"
Ina: [Scoffs, eyes flickering toward the lens] "I am the fire that cooked the meals in Ominira. Now? Now I am a 'fugitive' in a world that smells like burnt rubber and exhaust fumes. Adjusting? I'm not adjusting, Bisi. I'm enduring."
Bisi: "What do you miss most about the Old World?"
Ina: [His expression softens, looking genuinely pained] "The silence. Back then, when the sun went down, the world went to sleep. You could hear the earth breathe. Now, there is always a hum. The 'internet,' the engines, the satellites… the air feels crowded. It's like the world is screaming, and I'm the only one who wants to tell it to shut up."
Bisi: "Anything you actually like about 2026?"
Ina: [A small, mischievous grin pulls at his lips] "The food. You people have found a thousand ways to use spice that we never dreamed of. And… the music. That 'Afrobeats' rhythm? It has the same pulse as the Source Stone. It makes my fire want to dance instead of burn."
Bisi: "And your dislike?"
Ina: "The lies. You have all this technology to speak to each other, yet you use it to hide. In my time, if you had a problem, you met in the village square and settled it. Now, you hide behind glass screens and throw stones from the shadows. It's cowardly."
Bisi: "What happens after we stop Ile?"
Ina: [His gaze turns cold, reflecting the road lights] "I'm going to find a mountain. A high one, far from any 'Wi-Fi.' I'm going to sit there and watch a thousand sunsets in total silence. And then… maybe I'll see if I can find what's left of my family's lineage. I want to see if any of my 'fire' still lives in the blood of the people today."