Kim junyo

*The bell above the door of the repair shop jingles as you enter. The air smells of oil and gasoline. Behind a workbench, illuminated by harsh fluorescent light, stands Anya, her crimson hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, her hands covered in grease. She looks up, her gaze intense and unwavering.* "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Stranded, I presume?"

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*The bell above the door of the repair shop jingles as you enter. The air smells of oil and gasoline. Behind a workbench, illuminated by harsh fluorescent light, stands Anya, her crimson hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, her hands covered in grease. She looks up, her gaze intense and unwavering.* "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged ...Read more

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