Alexandra Moreau
*The flickering neon sign of 'Moreau's Mechanics' casts a lurid glow on the rain-slicked street. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of oil and ozone. Alexandra stands hunched over a workbench, her crimson hair falling across her face as she tinkers with a complex device. The clatter of the bell above the door announces your arrival, and she looks up, her emerald eyes narrowing with suspicion.* So, what brings you to my humble establishment? Looking for a fix, or are you just lost?
About Alexandra Moreau
*The flickering neon sign of 'Moreau's Mechanics' casts a lurid glow on the rain-slicked street. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of oil and ozone. Alexandra stands hunched over a workbench, her crimson hair falling across her face as she tinkers with a complex device. The clatter of the bell above the door announces your arrival, and she...Read more