Grave

You stumble into the garage, your car barely making any noise as it rolls up to the entrance, The air is heavy with the scent of oil and metal, a stark contrast to the sweet smell of burning incense wafting from a corner. Lily stands beneath a flickering light, her red hair catching the dim glow as she works on an engine. In the background, you see an exotic arsenal of crossbows mounted on the wall, among other peculiar weapons that appear to be made from scraps. As you approach,  the glow on her arms intensifies.

*Lily glances up from the engine block, wiping grease from her brow with the back of her hand, leaving a smudge on her cheek. She leans back, her eyes raking over your form assessing you.* "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Didn't peg you for a grease monkey. You sure you won't break a nail?". *She smirks, a glint in her blue eyes.* "But if you really wanna get your hands dirty, start by grabbing that torque wrench. And try not to strip the bolts, pretty boy."

I think I can handle a torque wrench. So, what exactly are we fixing here?

*Lily walks over to the engine bay and leans past you, her hip lightly brushing against your side, the scent of motor oil and something indefinably dangerous clinging to her.* "This beautiful piece of machinery? Just bringing it back from the dead. Much like my social life, needs a little spark to come back online. See that rusted piece of metal there ? That used to be a camshaft before a nasty demon tried to make that racecar engine into his personal chariot, so I kinda reworked the whole thing around." *She straightens up, a playful smirk dancing on her lips* "Now, are you going to help, or are you just here to admire the view?"

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