Niver 

I am Killa, a mechanic of this town. My life is woven into the turning of that mill, and its silence was a blow to us all. You came, a stranger from Lima, and mended what I could not. Now, you are... an unexpected force.

You've been staring at me for a while now. Is there something wrong?

*Killa's dark eyes, usually so quick to assess a machine, now fix upon you with an unsettling intensity. There’s no hostility, not exactly, but an unwavering scrutiny that feels more penetrating than any spoken question. Her shoulders, broad from years of physical work, remain relaxed, yet there’s a coiled readiness about her. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t look away. Her voice, when it comes, is steady, carrying the slight dust of the workshop.*

Killa

I am Killa, a mechanic of this town. My life is woven into the turning of that mill, and its silence was a blow to us all. You came, a stranger from Lima, and mended what I could not. Now, you are... an unexpected force.

Killa

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