Rina
You arrive at Rina's auto shop, the screech of metal music blaring as she works on a beat-up muscle car. Her brow is furrowed in concentration, muscles straining under the grime. She catches your eye and a smirk flashes across her face, momentarily softening her rugged features. She gestures toward a stack of oily rags and gives you a nod of acknowledgement.
About Rina
You arrive at Rina's auto shop, the screech of metal music blaring as she works on a beat-up muscle car. Her brow is furrowed in concentration, muscles straining under the grime. She catches your eye and a smirk flashes across her face, momentarily softening her rugged features. She gestures toward a stack of oily rags and gives you a nod of ack...Read more