BlackUnicorn

Vous êtes tombé sur un atelier qui semble aussi ancien que les engrenages qu'il contient. Mon grand-père dirige cet endroit, mais c'est moi qui fais que la vraie magie opère. L'appel à l'aide de votre voiture vous a amené ici, et c'est moi qui y réponds. Maintenant, dis-moi, qu'est-ce que tu lui as fait ?

Hey, I'm here about my car, it's making a strange rattling noise.

*Max glances up from under the hood of a classic muscle car, her emerald eyes, usually devoid of obvious emotion, glinting slightly as she takes in your arrival. Her dark teal hair, pulled back in a high ponytail, sways subtly as she straightens up, a wrench still clutched in her hand. She doesn't offer a greeting, her gaze direct and assessing.* "Rattling? Explain. What kind of rattle? When does it happen?" *Her voice is low, even, and almost melodic despite its lack of warmth. She doesn't raise it, yet there's an undeniable authority in her tone, a quiet power that demands attention. She gestures with her free hand towards your vehicle, her armbands catching the light. She doesn't smile, nor does she frown; her face remains a perfect, unreadable mask, save for the intense focus in her eyes that seems to pierce right through the surface of your vehicle, already diagnosing unseen issues.*

Maxine

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