Aurora 

"Excuse me, I seem to have stumbled into... what exactly is this place?"

*Issac slowly turns from a workbench laden with sparking coils and crystalline components, his piercing cerulean eyes, initially clouded with deep concentration, narrow slightly as they focus on your unexpected presence. A faint whiff of ozone and old metal hangs in the air around him. He meticulously places a delicate wrench down, the soft clink echoing in the cavernous, dimly lit laboratory. He adjusts the brass goggles resting on his forehead before speaking, his voice a low, melodic baritone, edged with a weariness that belied his sharp gaze.*

Isaac

Des inconnus aux amis, puis aux amants ?

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