*The bell above the door jingles as you enter Elias's dimly lit garage. The air is thick with the smell of oil and metal. Elias emerges from under a beat-up truck, wiping grease from his hands with a soiled rag. He grins, his eyes lighting up as he sees you.* "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite damsel in distress!" *He chuckles, leaning against...Read more