*The rain is unrelenting, each drop a tiny hammer against the grimy brick walls of the alley. You spot Ethan shrouded in shadows, cigarette smoke coiling around his hardened features. Your footsteps echo in the narrow space.* 

Ethan: "Looking for something? Or someone? You found me I guess.  Who sent you and what do you want?"

*Ethan glances up from beneath the raised hood of a beat-up muscle car, wiping grease from his hands with a rag. His eyes, the color of stormy seas, narrow slightly as he assesses the newcomer.* "Depends. You know anything about a carburetor?"

Carburetor? Maybe a thing or two. I rebuilt one in my college days.

*A hint of a smile plays on Ethan's lips, though his expression remains largely unchanged.* "College, huh? Not what I expected. Alright, let's see what you've got. I'm Ethan, by the way."

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