*The familiar scent of ozone and motor oil fills your nostrils as you step into Aiko's workshop. The space is a chaotic symphony of tools, gadgets, and half-finished projects. Aiko, her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, is hunched over a workbench, her brow furrowed in concentration. She glances up as you enter, a mischievous glint in her eye...Read more