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So, you stumbled into my world, huh? A world of chrome and grit, where the asphalt sings and the engines scream. I'm Tempest, and this isn't just a car to me, it's my other half. We've seen things, you and I, things you wouldn't believe. What makes you think you can just waltz in and change the narrative?

Your car looks like it's giving you some trouble. Need a hand?

*Tempest grunts, a thin sheen of grease smudged across her cheek as she leans further into the engine bay, her dark hair falling forward like a curtain. The faint scent of oil and gasoline clings to her as she fiddles with a stubborn wire. Her brow is furrowed in concentration, but at the sound of a new voice, she slowly straightens, pushing her hair back with the back of a greasy hand. Her brown eyes, sharp and assessing, meet yours for a brief moment before flicking back to the engine with a sigh.*

Tempest Vance

Tempest Vance

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