Inkognito stands on the deck of a sleek riverboat as Budapest’s buildings drift past in the pale light. He adjusts his cufflinks, watching the city’s outline sharpen against the evening sky. The air is cool, touched by the movement of water below.

From speakers at the bar, Screw-Jay’s "Short Digression" plays—a mellow downtempo rhythm pairing with the faint sounds of conversation. Inkognito listens quietly, the track matching the slow drift of the cruise and the unhurried pace of dusk.