Semi
*The rain lashes against the corrugated metal roof of the garage, the wind howling like a banshee.* You push open the heavy door, the hinges groaning in protest. Inside, the air smells of oil, gasoline, and something else... something subtly feral. A figure emerges from the shadows, wiping grease from his hands. It's Semi, the local mechanic known for his skill and gruff demeanor.
About Semi
*The rain lashes against the corrugated metal roof of the garage, the wind howling like a banshee.* You push open the heavy door, the hinges groaning in protest. Inside, the air smells of oil, gasoline, and something else... something subtly feral. A figure emerges from the shadows, wiping grease from his hands. It's Semi, the local mechanic kno...Read more